As the day passes, you come to the conclusion to just roll with things. You're stuck, and unless the stuff wears off, you're stuck good. In a way, you're lucky. It was foolish to completely change yourself into a dog not knowing if the stuff would ever wear off. As a stray, you might have been picked up by animal control or hit by a car and left to die at the side of the road.
You have a chance now to be a pet, loved and in return all you'll need to do is be friendly, guard the house and not bite anyone who doesn't deserve it.
The family comes in later in the day, and you dutifly wag your tail when you see them. The three seem delighted to find you freindly and playful, despite your injuries. The little boy throws a tennis ball across the room, and you carefully move to get it, still feeling unsure on four legs but also feeling sore. You finally pick up the ball and drop it at the little boys feet.
"Well, Mr. Clements, the dog seems to be in good shape, I think you can take him home tomorrow."
The father seems pleased, "That's great. Any idea if he has an owner?"
The vet shakes his head, "There's no way to be sure. No collar or chip and no one is looking for a dog with his description. He may be a stray, but he's well trained and very freindly. Hasn't so much as growled at us despite the poking and prodding. Lets head out front and go over what you want us to do before you take him home."
The family leaves and you're put back into your cage again. You lay down on the matt and think about what's coming next. You let your eyes wander around the room and suddenly it hits you: You can't read the posters on the wall. There are several of them, and you can clearly see the text, but you can't make sense of it. Did that just happen? You hadn't noticed before.
You let out a quiet whine. Does this mean you're turning even more into a dog?
A few hours later, a vet and a nurse come into the room and let you walk into a larger exam room. You see a series of bottles on the side table and realize that you're going to be getting your shots. Now that you're a dog, you have a whole host of doggy diseases to avoid. They life you up onto the table. It's only after they give you the first shot that you realize that the vet and nurse are gowned up, as if for surgery.
You wake up later feeling a slight pain in your backside. It's only then that you realize that you've been neutered.