Oh man my head hurts, Steve thought as he woke up slowly. He couldn't
remember the night before, but he was already regretting it. I'll never
drink again. Was his solemn promise to himself.
Opening his eyes, Steve blinked. What the hell? He was in an alley lying on some old cardboard boxes, but the strangest thing was that everything was in shades of gray. Just black and white, not one spot of color. Steve was confused.
Slowly he tried to get to his feet, only to discover something rather amazing, and frightening. He had four feet!
Steve looked down at the paws that now belonged to him. He turned his head, and saw his furry back, and the curled tail. I'm a dog. He thought, I must be dreaming. This had got to be a dream.
He moved, one paw at a time, trying to get used to the feel of moving on four paws. It didn't take long, his brain was already getting used to the idea of four legs, rather than two.
Once he oriented himself, Steve took a look around. He was in an alley behind a Chinese restaurant. The trash cans held leftover food, some rotting, some just recently dumped. His nose could detect it all. He could smell the number of people who had passed through the alley, the smell of urine from rats, dogs, and cats as well as the stench of human urine. He was not overwhelmed by the smells, rather they were something his mind registered then pushed to the background.
Steve was unsure of what happened, but he knew that if anyone could help, it was his father, Mark Sloan. Padding out of the alley, Steve made it to the sidewalk in front of the Chinese Restaurant. He looked up at the street signs, and discovered he was several miles from the Community General Hospital. Sighing to himself, Steve decided that he wouldn't get there until he tried.
As he walked along the sidewalk, it never occurred to Steve how he would get his father to realize that the German Shepard dog was in fact his only son.
Opening his eyes, Steve blinked. What the hell? He was in an alley lying on some old cardboard boxes, but the strangest thing was that everything was in shades of gray. Just black and white, not one spot of color. Steve was confused.
Slowly he tried to get to his feet, only to discover something rather amazing, and frightening. He had four feet!
Steve looked down at the paws that now belonged to him. He turned his head, and saw his furry back, and the curled tail. I'm a dog. He thought, I must be dreaming. This had got to be a dream.
He moved, one paw at a time, trying to get used to the feel of moving on four paws. It didn't take long, his brain was already getting used to the idea of four legs, rather than two.
Once he oriented himself, Steve took a look around. He was in an alley behind a Chinese restaurant. The trash cans held leftover food, some rotting, some just recently dumped. His nose could detect it all. He could smell the number of people who had passed through the alley, the smell of urine from rats, dogs, and cats as well as the stench of human urine. He was not overwhelmed by the smells, rather they were something his mind registered then pushed to the background.
Steve was unsure of what happened, but he knew that if anyone could help, it was his father, Mark Sloan. Padding out of the alley, Steve made it to the sidewalk in front of the Chinese Restaurant. He looked up at the street signs, and discovered he was several miles from the Community General Hospital. Sighing to himself, Steve decided that he wouldn't get there until he tried.
As he walked along the sidewalk, it never occurred to Steve how he would get his father to realize that the German Shepard dog was in fact his only son.