A dream? Lydia thinks as she watches both her hands being licked into paws. Her hands quickly shrinks, gets deformed and gains canine claws and paw pads. That’s it! This must all be a dream. That’s the only explanation that makes any sense, she thinks. “I haven’t heard any tearing clothes or barks from your kennel yet… what’s taking you so long Diana?” Ruth asks teasingly from her kennel. Diana lets out a low growl and starts tearing Lydia’s shirt with her teeth. Diana stops growling as she gets surprised by the diminished struggling from the human. Weird… they usually don’t stop their struggling this early in the change… Diana thinks, first confused by the reaction of the human, then her tail starts wagging. Perfect! Now I can change her in no time and show Ruth that I’m not slow when it comes to bringing out the collie in new dogs. She thinks as she rips the last shreds of Lydia’s shirt and bra in two.