Bob turned back into himself on Saturday morning, as he had planned so he could clean up the house ahead of his parents return. Now free of the instincts of the dog he had become, he looked at the sleeping form of his dog and felt bile rise in the back of his throat.
What had he done?
At that moment, it didn't matter that Genie was actually his freind, that Genie was a dog because of what Bob had done, and that Bob had been a perfectly willing participant in their frolicing over the last few days. He couldn't even look at her.
He had to get rid of her.
He quickly dressed and, without an extra word, took Genie out to his car. "Come on, girl, we're going for a ride."
He drove and drove, feeling confused. Genie seemed confused as well, but Bob didn't want to say a word. He couldn't. He just drove until he was about fourty miles outside of town in farm country. He found a small park, stopped the car, and got out, letting the husky female out. Without a word, he quickly slipped the collar off her neck, said "I'm sorry", and jumped back into the car.
Genie chased the car, barking, until it was out of sight. Whining, she slumped down in the tall grass and laid her head down on her paws. What the hell had happened? They had been having such a good time. Why did Bob abandon her like this?