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Betty isn't sure what happened. She can't remember what happened prior to this.

Everything feels wrong. Like her body is in the wrong position. But when she goes to stand up, she's still too short. There's too many smells in her nose, Betty giving her head a shake. When she does that, she can feel her soft ears moving on her head.

It's not till she does a complete circle that she realizes the situation.

She's a dog.

How could this happen?? she wants to say out loud. Instead, it comes out as a whine and a yip, something that surprises her. It's wet and damp where she is, Betty trying to walk on all fours to the end of the alley. It's pouring rain out there, her coat is already matted and soaked. She sits under an awning, trying to wait till it stops. Racking her poor dog brain to figure out a way out of this.

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He taps the end of his large nose against hers gently as she lays down.

I'd suggest a vet, but I think we'd just end up in the pound. He sighs with a whumph that sends his jowls flapping.

Don't want that. She lays there for a bit, trying to think what they can do. They're both wet, muddy, tired...not as hungry as before but that can't last too much longer.

We need to find somewhere safe for the night. She gets up on three legs, trying to stay off the fourth. Which isn't too difficult. We shouldn't stay here.

Might know a place... Bruce is a little tired and sore, but he pushes himself to his feet as he quickly roots through the trash and grabs a still-wrapped burger before starting off at a slow pace, so Betty can keep up on three legs. It's risky, taking food, but he's not going to leave her alone just so he can find something for them to eat later. He'll battle off any other trouble if it decides to come along.

Betty limps carefully after him, keeping up despite her injury. You do? Hopefully it wasn't far. And out of the rain.

There were so many smells on the way, it was difficult to stay on task. She kept wanting to stop and sniff every new thing they passed and had to apologize now and again for slowing them down. It's so hard to not stop. I don't know what's wrong with me.

At least you're not slobbering? He looks back over at her, that oddly embarrassed look on his face as a stringer hangs from his lower jaw. Carrying a burger is practically murder, but it's helping him ignore all the other smells that are distracting Betty.

She can't laugh as a dog, but an open mouthed pant almost looks like a smile. You look lovely. Her shoulder bumping up against his leg for a moment. I'm sorry I freaked out earlier when I first saw you. I didn't know what else to do.

Heh, sure. He whines, his own expression pulling back a little into something resembling a smile. Slobbering was anything but lovely.

It's alright, I didn't know what to do either. It's...a little surreal. A little. Sure, but considering in his human life he had a habit for turning into a 9-foot tall green monster, turning into a dog was almost normal. I'm just glad we found each other. He takes an awkward step, flopping his ears and picking up a paw, before setting it down again. It's almost like a playful motion from the massive dog as they approach a park which is colored brightly with fall leaves.

She'd think he looked lovely anyway, slobbering or not. At least she wasn't alone in this strange reality.

I know...too many smells. And I can't see any colors anymore. Not that it mattered really when you were a dog.

The more Betty uses the injured paw, the better it feels. She's hoping it was just a superficial wound she got. As they go through the grass of the park, she lowers her nose to the ground to smell all of the crunchy leaves they were passing. Oh, that smells good...

Hmm? Bruce's ears push forward, giving him a curious look. He sets a paw down on a crunch leaf, and then sets the burger down, give a sniff. Oh, hey. That's kind of...neat. He gives another sniff, and another, and while he doesn't wander from the burger, he can't turn on his inquisitive mind that's only make more interested by the influx of smells from his newly improved sense of smell.

Betty's completely forgotten for a moment that she's not a dog, following the trail of something along the ground. Sniffsniffsniff...

All the way to a tree, the smell traveling up it. Aw, rats, I can't go up there. Probably a squirrel.

Bruce looks up, a dopey smile on his face. They were both getting pretty caught up in all this, and it was hard not to be. Everything was different.

He picks the burger back up and trots over to her, giving her a gentle nudge with his nose.

Come on, Lady. Tramp thinks we should stake our claim somewhere before we get too into this.

She laughs to herself inside her head, following along behind him. Lady and the Tramp, it was a good analogy. She bounds up behind him to catch up with his long strides, her fur starting to dry and get fluffy.

Are you going to carry that the whole way?

Well, it's that, or bury it. Granted, he wasn't against doing it, if that's what it took. It was still wrapped after all. Your call. He didn't know how comfortable she'd be if he did, because he's the one who's eaten out of dumpsters long before this happened.