Ambrose watched in casual interest the canine ritual going on below. Soon the Bitch was free and feeling relief from those instinctive desires she dashed off for home. Ken doing his fashion of instinctive desire sat for a couple of minutes licking his shrinking red cock back into it's hairy home.
A whistle from Ambrose and Ken looked up to remember where he was and his life about him. A wild scramble to his feet, he dashed up the hillside to come and be near his best friend.
"Easy there big boy I will have you stay with me. I have a nice sized home outside of town and acres of room to run." offered Ambrose.
Ken felt a desire to stay with Ambrose has he knew him to have been human and would without a doubt treat him as half and half. Soon the two were in the car and traveling to the edge of town.
"I have two horses for which I ride one and have yet to break for saddle the other. You can live at my home till if possible we find a way to reverse this transformation. I tell you though I"m dubious about our luck in finding any course to return you to your human form. Once I investigated a disappearance of a Cathy Wolphin. Her Aunt sent her a big box filled with horse harness, bridle and silver bit and buckles. The morning after getting her present she was gone without a trace. So too was the harness and only a vague note from her Aunt in the box about having the courage to go where she did not. I know that there is magic in the world and you my young friend are mixed up in some now." said Ambrose as Ken snuggled up tight to his friend.
At last the small country estate loomed before them and Ken looking this way and that woofed with glee. Ambrose smiled as he watched Ken's reactions as they were for the most part those of a happy dog.
Stopping in front of the house he opened the car door and Ken bolted for freedom. Barking and prancing around he reminded Ambrose of his still unbroken colt watching from his pasture.
"Ken, you play and look about as I call the news paper and post a reward for the safe return of the Medallion that Schneller described!" said Ambrose as he opened the front door of his country home.
The hound in Ken took over s he sniffed the ground and ran about following trails of scent. Barking and being happy as a Mutt he began to slip ever deeper into the mindset of being what he was on the outside, a dog.
"Hello this is Ambrose Martin and I would like to post a reward in the paper. A $2,500. reward for the safe return of a silver chain and medallion. The item has a blue stone set in the middle of the medallion and is a family heirloom. Please call................if found! Now run the add daily for three weeks then on Sunday's from then till the end to the year unless I call." There he'd posted a reward and was sure a lot of people would see it.
So it began the friendship between man and dog. Over the next few weeks Ken was as Ambrose expected becoming more the animal in manners and less attentive to human speech. In as much time Ken came from a whistle rather than his name and had begun doing the retched body lickings dogs are well known for doing.