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When I was a young boy I probably would have been what you would consider an odd child. I was one of those kids that had an almost encyclopedic knowledge of one subject, but was completely out of my element anywhere else. If I had been born more recently I probably would have been diagnosed with ADD or OCD or some similar condition, but in those days most doctors had little experience with them and weren't as quick to make the diagnosis as they are today.

Anyway, through most of my elementary school years I had one overwhelming obsession. When it came to dogs I would absorb any information I could like a sponge. I could never get enough and quickly exhausted my entire schools tiny library of books about them. It wasn't long before the public library followed. Whenever we went to the mall, I would spend hours in the bookstore checking out all the new arrivals. My mom hated it because it always cost a small fortune to get me out of the store.

Before long, I could recite all of the breeds of dog, and give the sizes, weights, and color and coat variations, even when they were first bred and who started the breed and what types of jobs they were best suited for. I could also tell you which dogs had won the national dog shows and what years. Basically anything you could ever want to know.

You would think with this kind of dedication and a memory for all those facts, I would be a great student. Somehow that never worked out. I was always better at remembering trivia than anything that might actually be useful in the future. Still I got relatively good grades.

It wouldn't be until I reached puberty that I came to realize that most of my social awkwardness came from the fact that I was gay. It wasn't until high school that I finally came to terms with it. Of course it helped that there was a cute boy named Kevin in one of my classes that I developed quite a crush on. We quickly became close friends, and before long he admitted that he felt the same way about me.

I had always feared my parents wouldn't be too accepting. When I finally worked up the courage and showed up to a dinner with my boyfriend I expected a lot of disapproving scowls and lectures, but was practically floored at the way they accepted it. Even my sister whom I never got along with otherwise quickly accepted my boyfriend as a member of the family.

From that point on, Kevin spent more time at my house than he did at his. He wouldn't admit it to me until later, but he had never told his family about us. His parents were fairly religious and would never have accepted our relationship. I always found that kind of funny, because they had no problem with his brother who brought home girls that weren't exactly marriage material, but that's a story for another time.

All in all, I must say my life was pretty good. Sure I fought with my sister, Susan, from time to time, but we generally got a long pretty well. Kevin and I were inseparable. The only thing that I could really complain about was that I was never able to have a dog. I had always had a favorite, and had been looking forward to getting one when I was old enough.

Unfortunately when my sister was born she turned out to be allergic. Whenever she touched a dog she would swell up and turn an interesting shade of red. If she were foolish enough to do it a second time, she would break out in hives that lasted for a week. She was almost as obsessed with them as I was, so we spent many a night in hospitals because she couldn't keep her hands off them. We also learned the hard way that some boots are lined with real dog fur.

Eventually I graduated from high school and went away to college. I was happy to learn that Kevin had been accepted to the same college I was. Through much begging and pleading we managed to convince our parents that the best thing for us was to pool our resources and rent an apartment near campus. The only ones we could find in our price range were small with no pets allowed.

We kept up separate bedrooms for when his parents would come to visit, but otherwise we usually shared a bed. I probably shouldn't admit to this, but more than once we nearly made each other late to class because we were busy taking care of each others urges and doing a little of the old hanky panky. Still we both managed to keep our grades up, and were doing fairly well in our classes.

I was, of course, enrolled in mostly animal related courses. I was ecstatic when I found one that focused on dogs. I still couldn't suppress the urge to learn everything I could about them. The professor was impressed by all of the knowledge that I had accumulated over the years. I was grateful for the chance to learn anything new about them, having sucked my local sources dry.

It was about this time that this new fangled invention called the Internet started hitting really big. I opened an account through the university, and used their machines whenever I could. Unfortunately the computer labs were often very crowded so I had to limit most of my searches to class based needs. If I was ever lucky enough to find a quiet time, I would spend hours looking up sites on dogs. I couldn't believe how much information that was available!

It wasn't long before I decided that I would need my own computer. There was no way I could visit all the sites I wanted in the limited time I had on the shared ones. I tried to convince my parents to buy it, but they didn't have enough money after paying for tuition. They were able to contribute a few hundred dollars, but if I wanted one I would have to get a job and earn the rest.

After a few weeks of searching, I opened a copy of the universities student paper that Kevin had left on the table to find that one of my professors was looking for someone to help him tend some dogs he was using in an experiment. The work was the usual, feeding the dogs and cleaning up after them. Sometimes administering some kind of medication or keeping a log of their behavior. That sounded right up my alley. I couldn't wait to apply.

I met with my professor after class to personally give him my application. He told me that he had been hoping I would apply, as I was uniquely suited to the job thanks to all the information I had picked up over the years. The experiment was to study the behavior of dogs and how they react to certain stimuli, and I was to take care of the animals, collect data, and make sure that no harm came to them.

After filling out all the paperwork and touring the facilities, I was informed the experiment would be starting next week, and I would need to come in the morning to walk and feed the animals, and we would perform the experiments and collect data after classes had ended for the day. I would then have to walk and feed the animals again before returning home. I could barely contain my excitement.

Kevin and I went out to dinner that night to celebrate. After we got back to the apartment we decided to turn in early and have a little fun since I would be very busy with the animals for the next few weeks. I must say it was one of the best evenings I had ever had in my life between the giddiness I was feeling about helping with the experiment, and the intimacy between Kevin and I.

I was never one to wake up early, but when Monday came around I was actually awake before my alarm went off. I quickly mashed the buttons to shut it off before it woke Kevin up. I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before I got dressed. As it was chilly and still dark, I threw on some sweats and grabbed a quick breakfast before heading out to campus to take care of the dogs.

I met my professor near the kennels, and he led me inside and introduced me to the dogs, and gave me a run down on what to feed them and a few other last minute instructions. I took careful notes and made sure I understood everything. Once my professor was satisfied that I had everything in hand, he returned to his office, leaving me to take care of the animals.

All of the dogs were friendly to me, and I had no problems walking them. The only difficulty I had was making sure I was finished in time to feed them and still make it to class on time. I quickly bonded with each of the dogs and couldn't help treating them as if they were the pets I never had. I hoped that all the attention I was giving them wouldn't mess up the experiment.

I could hardly concentrate on classes that day, eager to get back and spend more time with the dogs. It seemed like an eternity before classes were finally done for the day. I rushed to the Kennels and arrived just before the professor. I dropped my stuff off in the office and grabbed a notepad. I was fascinated with all of the things the professor had taught them, and the way he worked with the dogs. I could almost feel myself going through the motions as he would train each dog. His demeanor was very compelling and almost hypnotic. I imagined I was being trained as well.

It took some work on my part, but I was able to concentrate on the task at hand long enough to make sure I noted all the pertinent data. As we made our way down the row of dogs, I found myself wishing more and more that I could be one of them. I was a little disappointed when we were finished for the day, but I quickly felt better as I set about feeding and walking the dogs. I couldn't believe that I was lucky enough to be included in this project.

When I finally got back to the apartment, I was thoroughly exhausted. It took all the energy I could muster, fortified with some caffeine, to keep from falling asleep over my homework. I felt reenergized after dinner. I helped Kevin do the dishes, then had to rush back to campus to make sure the dogs had their evening walks and outings. By the time I got back, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep immediately.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity. I came home totally exhausted every night, but I wouldn't have missed this opportunity for the world. Once the professor felt I was comfortable enough with the dogs, he gave me the chance to help with the training. It's one thing for the dogs to perform for their trainer, but the real success or failure of the training comes in seeing how they perform for others. I was in heaven. I didn't consider this work, just catching up on the friendship and play that I had missed out on.

I wasn't long before I could afford the computer I wanted. I was great to have and I spent as much free time as I had surfing the web. Admittedly there wasn't much free time, but enjoyed every moment of it. Kevin was doing his best to put on a positive attitude about things, but I could tell he was missing spending time with me. I promised him that as soon as the experiment was over, we would go somewhere for a romantic getaway.

When the experiment was finally over, I couldn't help feeling sad, and yet relieved at the same time. I would be losing all my canine friends, but would be returning to the more normal life I had been used to. I did spend a few late afternoons with the professor compiling the data and giving him my input as to how I felt the dogs behaved, and any issues I noticed along the way. I even got my name on the paper as a contributor.

As the weather was starting to warm up, Kevin and I booked our selves a nice hotel at the beach. We spent a nice long weekend there getting reacquainted with each other, if you know what I mean. We also took some long walks on the beach and took full advantage of all of the amenities the hotel had to offer. It may not have been the most restful trip I had ever taken, but we had a great time and I felt refreshed.

When we got back to the apartment, we found a message on the answering machine. It was my professor. He said he had an exciting opportunity for me, and wanted to discuss it as soon as I got back. I called him up, and he said he couldn't discuss it over the phone, and made an appointment to see me after classes the next day. I have to admit I was intrigued.

All through classes I tried to guess what the professor was up to. Nothing could have prepared me for what he really had up his sleeve. It turned out that the board had really liked his experiment and paper. They found his conclusions interesting and wanted to see more and how he could expand the project to other types of subjects. He gave the "other types of subjects" a strange emphasis, and looked directly at me. Did he mean what I thought he meant? Did he want me to participate? As if he could sense what I was thinking, he told me that he wanted me to be a part of his next round of tests. It was a little unorthodox, but he had been granted permission to use a human subject.

He had seen how well I bonded with the dogs, and how well I responded to his training style. That made me blush. I didn't think he had seen how I was working hard to keep myself from doing the tricks right along with the dogs. He was right I was the perfect choice. I quickly agreed. To make things easier for me, he scheduled the experiment to take place over summer break.

I was given a packet of forms to sign saying I wouldn't reveal anything about the experiment, you know the usual stuff. There were also some health disclosure forms. I filled everything out and handed them back to the professor. He looked them over and smiled, saying he looked forward to working with me. He gave me a date and time to meet that was just after classes had ended, and told me the experiment would run all summer, and to make sure I had let my friends and family know I would be away.

The anticipation of the experiment was foremost in my mind, but I still somehow managed to buckle down and finish my classes for the semester. I did pretty well with my finals and managed, much to my surprise, to end up with decent grades. I made a few phone calls to my family to let them know that I was working on a project with my professor and wouldn't be able to contact them so they wouldn't worry. Kevin was hoping we could spend the summer together, but didn't want to stand in the way furthering my education and potential career.

When the first day of summer break rolled around, I couldn't wait to meet with the professor. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, and made breakfast. I had just finished when Kevin got up. We talked for a while, and he wished me well on the project. I knew I would miss him this summer, but didn't let that stop me. I kissed him goodbye and headed out to my meeting.

When I got to campus, my professor was waiting for me. He quickly led me into a room in the kennels office area. He laid out what he was expecting of me for the summer. I would live in the kennels, and experience everything the same as the other dogs. Everything. That meant I would eat the same food, go for walks, sleep in the runs, receive the same training, and wear nothing but a collar. The last part was a little daunting, but it was too late to back out now.

Without any further ado, I was told to strip so we could get the project started. I was a little embarrassed to do it right there in front of him, but I remembered he would be seeing me naked anyway for the experiment. I pulled off my clothes and tossed them into a pile on the chair. The professor scooped them up, and placed them in a duffle, which he placed in a locker. I was then presented with the collar that would be my only clothing for the summer. As the collar was fastened into place, a shiver went down my spine; there was a subtle shift in how I saw the professor. He was now my master rather than a friend. His demeanor shifted and I could tell that I was now just an animal and test subject to him.

He went on to tell me that he had to control as many variables a possible. He attached a leash to my collar and led me into another room. As we entered, I recognized it as an examination room. The man at the table must have been the same vet that had monitored the previous experiment. I had never met him, but my professor spoke highly of him.

I was told to hop up on the table and given a fairly invasive full exam, just like the other dogs had received. I was also given a full set of vaccinations so that I would be as similar to the dogs as possible. Finally I was given a special microchip that would identify me as property of the university for the duration of the experiment, and allow me to be scanned to help with cataloging and analysis of data. I was assured that there would be no permanent effects from anything that was done.

The vet signed off on my forms, and I was allowed to get off the table. The vet attached several new tags to my collar. It seemed I had passed all the necessary tests to become a participant in the study. As far as the university and state were concerned, for the next two months at least, I was nothing more than a dog.

I was instructed from that point forward I wasn't allowed to speak, except in emergencies. I was also told I was to remain on all fours at all times. I shook my head in agreement, and got down on my hands and knees.

I was led out of the exam room, and into the main room of the kennel. I was happy when I saw that most of the dogs were the same ones that I had worked with in the previous experiment. My professor led me past the row of dogs and into the run that would be my home for the next 2 months. He unhooked the leash from my collar and stepped out, closing the door with a loud clink. I was sealed in; the doors could only be opened from the outside.

I was left alone for the next several hours to take in my surroundings. The temperature was a little cold against my bare skin, but not too bad. The walls were typical chain link. The roof was low enough I could probably sit upright if I needed to, but standing was out of the question. The only furniture was a pair of steel bowls for food and water, and a heated mat to sleep on. At least there were a few chew toys placed in one corner to keep me from getting too bored.

In some ways I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made some kind of horrible mistake. I don't know how I was going to survive two months naked with no TV or Internet. Another part of my mind was looking at this as a big adventure. I had always wanted to be able to spend more time around dogs. Now I had all the time with them I wanted. I could even reach out and touch the ones on either side of me.

I had to admit I was getting a little homesick by the end of the first day. When I heard the door to the kennel open, I ran to the front of my run so I could see who it was. I could hear two sets of footsteps, but the second person hung a little behind. As they approached, I could see that the first was the professor.

He knelt down in front of my run, and told me that since I was otherwise indisposed, he had to find someone new to walk and feed us. I hadn't thought about that. I wasn't sure I wanted some stranger to see me this way. A smile crept across the professor's face. He laughed and told me not to worry. I would like whom he found. He turned towards the stranger, and motioned him forwards.

A wave of relief went through me as I saw that it was Kevin! They had arranged all of this in advance and kept it from me so as not to influence my decisions. Kevin opened the run, and reached down and started petting me. Waves of pleasure shot through my body. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Essentially I ended up being Kevin's dog. He would come in to feed and walk me several times a day. He walked the others too, but he always spent more time with me. We would play and even stay out for longer walks ad petting sessions. I loved every minuet we spent together. I really started to feel like he loved me more this way than as a human.

Much to my surprise, I got used to being naked fairly quickly. I think Kevin's being there helped. It felt great when he would pet me, and I would long for the feeling of his skin against mine. It started to feel more natural not to wear clothes. It wasn't long before I stopped having any desire to go back to wearing them, and was seriously considering becoming a nudist once this was all over.

My professor's technique was flawless. As the experiment went on all of the dogs, myself included, quickly picked up all of the tricks he taught us. Thanks to the training, living with, and interacting with the dogs all the time, I started to forget that I was human. My behavior quickly started becoming more and more dog like. Both Kevin and the professor seemed pleased.

I'm lucky that Kevin was around and taking such good notes the whole time, or this part of the story would be hard to relate. As the experiment came to an end, I seldom had a human thought. I responded just like a dog would, living only in the here and now. Once in a while my human mind would attempt to retake control, only to be quickly forced back under by the ever-stronger influence of my new canine mind. I can only recall snippets from that time and they are nothing more than a jumble.

From what I am led to believe, the experiment was a complete success. I scored just as well in most of the tests as the other dogs, and in some cases even higher. Clearly whatever technique the professor was using was very effective, maybe a little too effective. Hopefully some day I will be able to read his paper- if the effects of the experiment can ever be undone. Apparently there are some "problems". To make up for the fact that the professor couldn't restore my human personality right away, Kevin has been promised a stipend to care for me, with a little extra for himself, while I am in this state.

One of the benefits of this "minor inconvenience" as we were assured, was that Kevin and I were moved to one of the guesthouses on campus. These were usually reserved for visiting faculty, and were much better appointed than the apartment we were renting. It also had a nice fenced in back yard that I could use to exercise and take care of my business without being seen by prying eyes.

All of my human possessions were temporarily placed into a storage locker. My new room was furnished with a large plush dog bed, a set of metal bowls, and a great selection of chew toys. I spent many happy hours curled up on the bed with my favorite chew toys. The constant squeaking noise made me happy, but I am sure that it drove Kevin crazy.

As the summer break finally came to a close, there was an important choice that had to be made- what to tell my parents. I had clearly only planned to be out of touch with them for two months. Now school was about to start again, and they would be expecting me to be getting ready for the new semester and needing money for food and books.

Kevin would call me to him and try to ask me what I wanted to do. I could only sit on the floor and stare up at him. I was too far-gone to comprehend anything he was saying. Eventually he decided that my parents should have the right to know what had happened to their son and wanted to tell them, but the papers he signed for the experiment prevented him. Whenever they called he had to give them some canned answer that he was given. He went to my professor and the faculty several times but was unable to make any headway in reversing the decision.

It would have killed me to have knowingly left my parents in a situation like that. Not knowing where their oldest son was, or if I were alive or dead. Luckily I didn't know or realize what was going on, but I could tell that something was making Kevin unhappy. I did my best to cheer him up, licking him in the face and barking at him. Combined with our play and walk sessions my efforts helped some, but the effects never lasted very long.

After a month of little to no progress in reversing the training, Kevin had finally had enough. He decided that something had to be done. The next time my parents called him, he told them that he wanted to meet with them to discuss the situation. They arranged to meet the next evening.

When the time came, Kevin carefully leashed me up and led me to the car. Making sure we weren't observed he loaded me into the car, and drove to my parents house. Kevin left me in the car and knocked on their door. After what seemed like and eternity he came out to get me and led me into the house.

My parents were shocked to see me on all fours wearing nothing but a collar. What shocked them even more was my behavior. I ran all over the place, sniffing everything, baking, and licking my parents. If I had a tail, it would have been wagging like crazy.

After everyone had calmed down, Kevin explained to my parents what had happened. He told them about the experiment, and how I had been transformed, mentally at least, into a dog. He apologized for his role in all this, and assured my parents that he had been told that everything would be reversible and there would be no permanent effects. He had been lied to just as they had.

My mother did not take it very well. She had to leave the room before she collapsed crying. My father took in better, but he was still furious. He and Kevin spent the entire evening talking and trying to figure out what to do next.

As they were talking, my sister came in and found us. She was taken aback when she saw me sitting on the floor. Once Kevin explained what had happened she smiled and started playing with me as if I had always been her dog.

Susan led me outside and found some sticks and a ball we could use to play with. I would run out in the yard and chase them, bring them back to her in my mouth. We even chased each other around the yard until we got tired. Then she spent her time petting me until it got too dark. At first she had seemed hesitant, but by the end of the evening she accepted me as a dog.

Obviously, even though she had never said anything, she had always wanted a dog too, and this was the perfect chance for her to have one. Over the next couple of days while Kevin and dad worked on a way to fix this, Susan and I formed a bond that was much stronger than any we had before. To her, I became her loyal pet- no longer was I her wretched brother. It didn't matter to me, I was just happy for the attention, no matter who gave it to me.

Eventually my father and Kevin went around the campus faculty, and contacted the ethics review board that was overseeing the experiment. Apparently they had not been informed about this little "issue" with the experiment. As far as they knew, everything had gone smoothly. After a prolonged conversation, they contacted a professor from another university to come verify their claims.

When the professor arrived, he watched my sister and I playing in the back yard, taking careful notes for almost two hours. That observation, along with attempts to talk with me, convinced him that I was still completely under the influence of the experiment. He was furious about the way I had been treated. He said he would attempt to set the situation right. He assured us he would talk to the university, and gave us his contact information as well as someone he thought would be able to help.

As it turned out the man we were sent to see was Dr. Strickland. He was the man who had worked with my professor to develop his theories and procedures. When he heard what had happened, he got a sad look on his face, and told us that he was afraid that something like this would happen. The techniques were nowhere near ready to be put into practice, especially on humans.

After Examining and testing me for the better part of a day, Dr. Strickland designed a protocol that would, he hopped, reverse most of the damage that had been done. He made no bones about the fact that the depth of the conditioning and the elapsed time may have made it impossible to fully reverse the effects. My parents clearly weren't pleased by the last part, but they agreed to let him try.

Over the course of the next few months I spent my mornings with Dr. Strickland, and my afternoons playing with Kevin and Susan. Gradually we began to see effects. After the first week, I was able to take control long enough to answer questions with nods and barks. A week or two later, I began to be able to speak a few words. It was a long and slow process, but eventually I was able to carry on conversations.

Try as we might, I was never able to regain the ability to walk upright. I could manage a few steps here and there, but I was much more comfortable on all fours. Reading and math were a constant struggle, some days I was my normal self, and other days I was completely unable to handle either. It was very frustrating.

I tried various times to wear clothes so I could be presentable and go out with out drawing attention, but they never felt right and itched terribly. So I continued to spend all my time naked. Not like I had anything to hide by that point anyway.

Finally my progress leveled off. While I had made great strides in becoming human again, my canine mind still had a strong influence on me. If I were not careful I would slip back into the dogs mindset for minuets or hours. Clearly the damage had been more severe than we had hoped. I couldn't see any way that I could return to my old life.

After a year had passed and no further progress was made, Dr. Strickland had a conference with my parents. He told them there was only one option that would allow me to live out any semblance of a "normal" life. By this point, my parents were ready to try anything, but were not quite ready for what he said next. His proposal was radical. It involved a new experimental surgery that would transform my body into the perfect replica of a dog. It was expensive, but it was the only solution left.

My parents discussed the option with me, and we debated it for a long time before finally coming to the conclusion that it was the best thing to do. In order to pay for it, my father decided to sue the university over breach of contract. I had been promised that everything was reversible and signed contracts to that effect. In order to avoid a long and drawn out circus of a case that they were sure to lose, the university settled. Part of the settlement was to pay for the surgery. They also agreed to cover all of my and Kevin's expenses for several years. Of course, in return we weren't welcome back on campus, but I don't think I would ever want to go there again anyway.

The Surgery required several sessions over several weeks. As I was wheeled into the operating room, I started to get cold feet and second-guess whither or not I had made the right choice. After a moment of reflection it became obvious that this was the best course of action.

As the surgery would be fairly invasive and involved, I was kept mostly sedated while it was performed to lessen the pain and allow me to heal with fewer complications.

When I finally came to, I found my self in a cage in what must have been a recovery room. As my vision cleared, I saw a large mass protruding from my face. I quickly realized it was my muzzle. I looked down on what I could see of my self and found what had been my hands were now paws, and what I could see of my body was covered with a coat of blond fur.

My movements must have alerted a nurse that I was awake, and she came into the room a few minuets later. She told me not to try to talk or move without help. She summoned the doctor who gave me a quick exam. Then I was helped out of the cage into a standing position. It felt strange to be standing on my fingers and toes as opposed to hands and knees. It took a little trying to get everything coordinated, but I finally managed to take a few tentative steps.

As I was getting used to my new body, a mirror was moved into place. I stopped and looked over myself. I could hardly believe what I saw. Standing there was a beautiful example of a yellow lab. I couldn't believe that was me. The only thing that gave a hint were my eyes. They still had that human light in them that indicated a greater intelligence than an average dog. My tail started wagging on its own.

I was led to a room where Kevin and my family were waiting. I could tell that they were impressed by the results of the surgery, and could hardly believe how authentic I looked. Everyone rushed to hug me, and I whined a little as I was still sore, but enjoyed it nonetheless. I tired to talk, and managed a few almost words, and was told with practice I would be able to speak more clearly, but I had to be careful not to speak when other people were around.

It took a few weeks for me to heal totally, and get used to moving around on my new legs and eating and drinking with my muzzle. Fortunately since my digestive system is still human, I don't have to eat dog food. I'm still not sure what is controlling my tail, but whenever I am happy, it wags like crazy. After a final visit to the doctor, I was given a clean bill of health, and assured that unless I spoke or was given a very through and invasive exam, no one would be able to tell I wasn't a real dog.

They had also taken care of all the paperwork and registered me with the state. A death certificate was issued for my human self, and we had a nice funeral at the universities expense. There was no going back. I was now officially a dog.

Although I miss being able to do some of the more human things, like play video games, and reading is usually a chore, I still enjoy playing most of the dog games with Kevin and Susan. It turns out she it not allergic to whatever the fur they used on me is, and I am spending almost as much time with her as I am with Kevin.

During the day we often go for long walks, and play in the local dog park. Even though I didn't realize I was missing it, it feels good to be out in public again getting petted by strangers, and I love interacting with the other dogs. Susan tried as hard as she could to make me her dog, but Kevin wasn't about to give me up.

The evenings though are exclusively Kevin's and mine. We have gotten to the point now where he can understand almost everything I say, and we stay up till the wee hours of the morning talking. I know he feels responsible for what happened to me, and that he should have done more to protect me. It will take him some time before he can forgive himself. I keep trying to let him know that I don't blame him, and I got my self into this. Besides, I kind of like the way things turned out.

Life as a dog has its own ups and downs, and while I am gradually getting used to them, I am enjoying the reduced stress. My parents are slowly getting used to having a dog for a son, sometimes they will even take me to the dog park. They still aren't quite up to playing with me. Fortunately when I stay with them, Susan fills that role. Kevin has enrolled at a new university. He even has me registered as an emotional support dog, and often takes me to classes with him. I'm even doing better in some of them than he is. Unofficially, of course.