After a couple days, a nurse comes to your kennel and takes you out. After looking you over, she finally removes the cone around your head and the bandages around your hindquarters. You feel much better. Almost human... well, canine.
She pulls a leather collar out of a small bag and she loops it securely around your neck. You hear the tinking sound of the tags. If nothing else drives home the point, this does. You're definitly not a human anymore.
She takes you out to their yard area where she gives you a chance to relive yourself, and act that just a couple days ago you felt self-concious about but now is just normal. You even take time to sniff the other scents around the yard, and you find yourself putting meaning to them: Female, male, scared, dominant, cat... it's all coming together.
The nurse leads you back in, where now you're placed into a large travel crate. A man arrives shortly and loads you into a truck, where you're on your way to your new life. You can feel your heart beating hard. You can't beleive what's happening. You have no idea where you're headed, you have no idea what your future holds.
A few hours later, you're loaded into the belly of a plane, next to a couple other dogs who simply reek of fear. Their mood is almost contagious, especially when one starts to howl as the plane takes off, but you have enough sense to just lay down and take it. The hold gets cold, very cold. Your fur, while thick, is almost not enough. You curl as much as you can to keep warm. A few hours later, you hear a thump that you know is the landing gear lowering. It isn't long before the hold opens and hot air scented with jet fuel and salt comes rolling in. It's just a few seconds after being pulled into the sun that your tounge rolls out of your mouth and you start panting.
You're trucked to a special baggage claim door, where it takes no time at all before you see the father claiming you. You can't help but feel excited and wag your tail. It isn't long before you're released from your cage and allowed to streach out. He leads you out to his car, where you jump into the backseat. He helpully lowers the rear window a bit and lets you stick your head out as you travel down the highway. You can't explain it, but you get why dogs do this. It's just wonderful.
All too soon, you're in the driveway of a small house that sits right on a vast, sandy beach. You look around and notice that all the cars are high end, though you can't recall why you know that anymore. The father opens the car door as the child you rescued races out the front door to great you. You leap out of the car and straight into his arms. He hugs you tight, so tight you almost can't breath, but you don't mind. You're home.