John and Ryder were standing on the balcony, watching the puppies playing downstairs.
- Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a dog. Ryder said.
John didn't say anything, he pulled something from under his coat, looked like a combination of a pistol and a pilot, he shot Ryder.
- When he opened his eyes, he saw John looking down at him even more from above, he looked up at the glass and saw that he was now a Dalmatian with red spots.
- Interesting. John muttered.
- What ?
- I was expecting ... I don't know ... that you will turn into a Bernardine. Alternatively German Shepherd.
- What are you turning into? Ryder asked. John shot himself.
- Even as a dog, he is big. Ryder thought
John was now an albino German Shepherd, he was as big as Ryder in the human version, he had a lot of scarring on his body, and one eye didn't close completely.
- Why...
- You can see all my wounds in this form. Do not ask why. I do not know.
As they drove down, Ryder asked.
- Have you copulated? John was smiling slyly.
- That's possible.