You sleep peacefully, people in the club content to allow you to sleep where you fell. People gave you a wide berth, not wanting to associate with a furry. It's the only thing you could be with your dog ears and tail hanging from a rip in your pants. As you sleep you dream:
"Bad dog Hannah! Because of you the criminal got away!!!" Your officer scolds you and you put your tail between your legs.
"You are the worst K-9 on the force. I'm sending you to the pound when we get back. Now get in!!"
You whimper, hopping in the back of the car. The rest is a blur as you get back to the station and soon find yourself in a kennel in the pound. You grow old in the pound and are never adopted, eventually dying alone.
Back in the club, you are crying profusely in your sleep. The dream is so real.