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John Sommers was an associate professor teaching American History at a small college in Ohio. He was 43 years of age, had a Masters degree in History, and was not happy. He was married to Lori Stackhouse-Sommers who had a Ph.D. and was a full professor at the same school. She taught psychology courses as well as doing research. She was 40, still was rather nice looking. She never was drop dead gorgeous, but she maintained her figure and had an outgoing personality. School policy decreed that to become a full professor, which means the security of tenure, one had to have a Ph.D. Also, full professors made significantly more earnings than Associate professors. John was also a loner. He liked being left alone, but with his duties at the campus and with his obligations at home he was not happy. He fretted that he did not earn as much as his wife, he complained that the students were not applying themselves to their studies as they should, and wailed about the politics that was rife among the faculty and staff. It seems he was always complaining about something. Another complaint that he had, but dared not voice to his wife, was that she recently received a large inheritance and kept it in an account with only her name on it, not sharing it as community property. Life at home was tolerable. Lori was accustomed to her husband's continual bitching about one thing or another, and for the most part, ignored it. One evening when John was bitterly complaining about a fellow professor's attitude, he commented, how he was so frustrated at all the negative things going on in the world. At the time they were in the family room watching a TV re-run of a movie where a dog was the principal character. John commented. "A dog has a better life than I do." "How so?" "Look at it. It has no responsibilities. He is fed, he is taken care of, he is loved and petted and constantly praised. He doesn't have the tensions that humans do. All he has to be is himself, a dog." "By humans, I suppose you are referring to yourself?" Lori asked. "Yes. I guess I am." Lori was quiet for a time. As it happened she was researching how dog's lived and how they responded to their masters. She then said. "If you think a dog's life is wonderful, why don't you try it?" "What?" "I said, if you think a dog's life is so wonderful, why don't you try it?" "Try what?" "Be a dog. We have nothing planned for this coming weekend. Why don't you be a dog for the entire weekend. Then see how much you like a dog's life." "Are you serious?" "Yes, John. I am really getting sick of hearing you moan all the time. The more I think about it, the more I think it is a good idea. Be my dog for the entire weekend. Starting with Friday night. What do you say? I will see to it that you have no responsibilities for the entire weekend. You will have no concerns of the world to bother you. Isn't that what you would like?" "I don't know where to start..." Lori interrupted him, "Let me handle it. It's settled then, you will be my dog for the weekend. On Monday morning you will be back as John. Is it a deal?" Not sure of what he was letting himself in for he began to say, "I am not sure..." "Don't worry about it. I promise. You will be safe and happy. No one need know about our little experiment. Deal?" With a little apprehension John answered, "Deal." 4 PM FRIDAY AFTERNOON When John came in the door at four that Friday, he found Lori waiting for him. She ran up to him, kissed him soundly on the lips to give him re- assurance, and said, "Ready?" "I guess." "Take off all your clothes and put them in a pile on the floor. Then get on your hands and knees." "What?" Impatiently, Lori said sharply, "DO IT!" In their twelve years of marriage Lori had never spoken to him so sharply and it frightened him. It also caused him to obey. He began to unlace his shoes, and Lori said loudly, "FASTER!" John pulled off his shoes with the laces still tied, unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants. In his haste, one foot got caught in the pants leg and he had trouble getting it out, causing Lori to laugh. He took off his socks and went on his hands and knees wearing only his boxer shorts. "Shorts too," Lori commanded. With that he slipped them off, threw them on the pile of clothes and went back to his hands and knees, facing Lori, who was seated on the sofa. She began to read aloud from a paper she was holding in her hand. "Your name is Corky. Until Monday that is the only name you will respond to. You may not speak any human language. You can bark, whine, whimper, cry, and make any kind of noise that you think is appropriate for a dog. You are a dog. My dog. As my dog you will obey me at all times. If you have to go pee or have a bowel movement you may go to the door and face it until I come and take you out. (John thought..'take me out? out where?') Or you can pick up your leash with your mouth and bring it to me so that I understand you need to go. I will play with you once in the morning and once in the afternoon. You will be fed twice a day. Morning and evening. Your water bowl will be filled at all times. When I feed you, you have five minutes to finish your meal. Dogs do not loiter when they eat, but gulp it down. What you don't finish will be taken away until you learn to eat it all within the allotted time. What I do the week end is none of your business. You are to keep off the furniture and stay on your hands and knees the entire time. I am going to place a sock on each of your hands and secure it. You may not use your fingers. Dogs don't have fingers. If I think of any other rules I will let you know. If you don't understand just say nothing and I will read the rules to you again. If you do understand you may bark once. Not knowing how to bark, John said, "Woof." Lori bent down and petted John on the head. She then picked up a dog collar and placed it about his neck. She then put his hands into a sock that had been stiffened with cardboard so that he could not move his fingers, and tied them securely with duck tape. She then attached knee pads to his knees and fastened them with leather straps. Then she attached a leash to the collar and gently tugged it, causing Corky to walk behind her. He found it difficult to walk on his hands and knees but was forbidden to say anything. They lived in a rented home on twelve acres so that there were no other houses in their immediate vicinity. The weather was moderate for this time of the year (late April). In the seventies. But Corky found it cool on his naked body when Lori took him out through the kitchen door. She walked him along the bushes, and told him to sniff them. He found that he was getting smells he never knew before at that low position to the ground. He now need to pee, and when he tried to lift one leg, his center of gravity shifted and he fell over on his side. He got back up on his hands and knees and tried again. This time Lori stood close to his body, so that it could lean on her leg and he was able to urinate. In his entire life he never peed in such a position. But he wasn't a dog before, either. After a while Lori led him back into the house, and realized that the temperature was still too cool for Corky to be outside naked. What she also realized that Corky's penis was rock hard the entire time. He never was a great lover, adequate would be her description, but she as a psychology professor realized that this was turning him on. She unhooked the lead and left it on the floor at the door. She began to prepare dinner and the smell of cooking dinner was getting Corky very hungry. As John he usually had a scotch when he came home, but realized that this was not to be, certainly not for this weekend. When the dinner was ready, Lori served it to herself and ate her meal at the kitchen table. Corky sat by her side wondering if she forgot to feed him. He whimpered and was told to 'be quiet' and that he would be fed after she finished. Corky just sat on his haunches and watched her, his saliva filling his mouth. When she was finished eating, she brought the dishes to the sink and went to the cupboard and took down a large can of Dinty Moore's beef stew. She opened the can, and placed it in a dog dish, along with another dish of water. Both dishes had a suction cup at the bottom of the plate so that they would not move about. She placed both dishes down, and while his food was no-where near what Lori had just eaten, his hunger overcame his concern. Lori then placed a timer on the floor next to Corky's food set for five minutes. Corky never realized how quick he had to be in order to get all the food down. Most of it he just gulped down and when the buzzer on the timer rang, there were just a few mouthfuls left in his bowl. Lori picked up the bowl, petted his head, saying, "Good dog." He found himself thirsty, and, as promised, the water bowl was not picked up. He tried to lap the water as a dog would, but his tongue got tired, and began to try to suck the water into his mouth. When he did so, Lori came and said, "No. dog. You must lap it like the dog you are. No sucking. I know your tongue may get tired, but in time it will get stronger. You'll see." Corky lapped and found if he could curl his tongue a little that more water would come into his mouth with each lap. He didn't realize that real dogs do this all the time. He finally had his fill and was no longer hungry or thirsty. He lay on the floor in the kitchen while Lori finished doing the dishes, and soon he was sound asleep. Wherever Lori went in the house, Corky followed her. When she went to the bathroom, while she shut the door, Corky lay by the door outside, waiting for her to reappear. Lori had removed all the clocks in the house so Corky could not tell what time it was. But a little later, while it was still light outside, Lori took Corky outside and tossed a tennis ball to him. He had no hands to pick it up, and on all fours had no way to carry it so he picked it up in his mouth and brought it back to Lori, who threw it again. This lasted for about ten minutes and Lori saw that this was tiring Corky out. She attached the leash to his collar and took him to the bushes where he realized he was expected to pee. He sniffed and found some of the smells familiar. Soon he had the urge and this time when he lifted his leg he did not fall over. He also was able to urinate completely. The home was a two story colonial and Corky found that he could not navigate the stairs to go upstairs to follow Lori when she went to bed. Lori spread a blanket on the living room carpet and there is where Corky slept. He was so tired that he slept quite well and had a pleasant dream. He dreamt that he was a dog, a happy dog. When he woke he didn't remember the dream but it put him in a good mood. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. And this is how it went for the next two days. By the end of Saturday Corky found that his thoughts were only on pleasing his mistress and how she took care of him. He realized that he had no cares about office politics, lazy students, or even his wife's inheritance. He being a natural loner, was content to be left alone, and to follow the few commands that Lori gave to him. Early Monday morning, Lori removed Corky's collar, and John stood up and became a human once again. As he was getting dressed in his clothes, Lori asked him, "Well, how did it go for you?" "There were some things that I found difficult. Walking on my hands and knees is hard with my feet sticking out. I realize that while I can pee OK I did not make a bowel movement during the weekend. By Sunday I was getting relaxed into Corky's mode and found that I had no worries to concern me. That itself was a good thing for me. I have to confess that I feel much better this morning than I have in a long time." "On a scale of one to ten. Ten being the best, how would you rate your experience?" John took a little time before answering, and then said. "Maybe an eight, or nine. No. Nine. Yes it was an overall good experience. It was definitely a nine." "Do you want to be Corky next weekend?" "Do we have anything planned?" "Not that I know of. If we do, I can cancel." "Then, yes. I find that my mind needed the rest. I want to be Corky again next weekend." College professors have a lot of free time. They teach two, maybe three classes which breaks down to 18 hours of teaching in the classroom While there is work to be done to prepare for the classes, that could be done from home. So, Lori had time to go on the internet and order things she felt she need for Corky's next session. She discussed this experiment with her colleague and he offered some suggestions that Lori hadn't thought of. She now decided that she wanted to make Corky accept being a real dog as could be possible, of course only temporarily. Just for the experiment she told herself.During the week shipments came in, (Lori paid extra for fast shipping) and she had all she could do to keep the packages hidden until Friday night. That Friday night when John came in the door, he did not have to be told to remove his clothes. Lori was waiting for him as before, but this time there was no conversation between them. John was anxious to be Corky again. He didn't tell Lori about it, but during the week, he found that he couldn't wait until he again tdok on the role of dog. He was anxiously looking forward to it. And so, without even saying, "I'm home, honey," John lay on his back as before. This time Lori attached leather cuffs to his ankles. Cuffs that had a small 'O' ring attached to them. She then attached leather straps to his upper thighs also containing small 'O' rings. Corky, in his excitement did not protest at the new devices. When this was done Lori bent Corky's feet back so that they were almost parallel to his thighs and attached a metal clip to the two 'O' rings thereby keeping his feet bent in place. She then strapped cushioned knee pads to each of his knees drawing them tight with the attached leather straps. From a box on the floor she took out a nylon body suit. She found it on the internet, and she paid plenty to have it completed and shipped in time. She opened it fully, and then had Corky place his body on top of it on the floor. It zippered up. The outside of the fabric had faux fur in a dark brown color. There were zippers everywhere and she zipped him in securely. The ad promised that this garment would keep the animal warm in winter and cool in summer. The animal could be bathed while the suit was on and it would dry quickly just using the heat from the animal's body. There was a cap with holes for the eyes, nose and mouth, but otherwise looking like a dog's head, that went over his head, and zipped tight to his scalp. There were floppy ears attached that went over his real ears. The attached ears also had a built in sound receiver so that directions and instructions can be given wi-fi. All this time, Corky said nothing, just laying there, secretly enjoying it. Lori then rolled up arm stockings where his hands fitted into fingers in the paws, but otherwise, they were paws, not hands. It also made his fingers immobile. She attached the ends of the upper arms to the main garment with the attached zippers. Corky's erection did not go un-noticed. The garment allowed for the penis to be on the outside, and for the ass to be exposed. This is necessary so that normal body functions can be performed without soiling the suit. Lastly wide stockings went over the kneepads and covered his rear legs in the faux fur. With the dye that came with the suit, and wearing plastic gloves, Lori dyed Corky's face brown, and then using eyeliner, made the tip of his nose black and drew whiskers along his upper lip. All he needed was a tail. She took the tail out of the box, and attached it to a small ring on top of the suit near the ass. If he had to go to the toilet she thought she better remove the tail first, or it would get soiled. Finally, she took a jar of vaseline, and put a dollop of it in her gloved hand and then masturbated her dog. Corky found this to be exhilarating And in ecstasy he began to purr. When he ejaculated, he found himself fitted with a chastity belt. It was a CB3000 which was plastic. It didn't need a lock as Corky had no fingers and so Lori just secured it with a plastic tie. "I don't want you humping the furniture," she told Corky as she finished tying him off. She then attached the leash to his collar and led him to the mirror. It as so much easier walking now that his feet were bound to his thighs as they were no long dragging on the ground. What Corky saw was not really a dog, but was not human either. Sort of in-between. This took the better part of an hour and a half and it was time for Lori to make dinner. She made herself a steak with baked potato and asparagus. For dessert she had a scoop of ice cream with a little Hershey chocolate syrup. All this effort, she felt she could use the extra calories. While she ate, Corky sat on his rear end at her chair waiting for her to finish her dinner. The smell of the steak was driving Corky crazy but of course, he could not say anything. Lori, looked at him, saying, "Hungry boy?" Woof was the reply. Corky still had no idea as to how to bark. Lori went to the cabinet for the beef stew and opened the can. By now Corky knew that this was his dinner while he was a dog, and he accepted that dogs do not eat what humans eat. Certainly not steak. He found himself gulping down the food in his bowl and Lori knew she no longer needed to time him. The food was gone from the bowl in less than four minutes. Lapping the water was getting easier as well. His tongue learned to curl when lapping bringing in sufficient water to satisfy him. Shortly after Corky ate, Lori attached his leash and took him outside for his walk. Corky found that with each walk the smells became more familiar and that he now was able to smell things that he never had before. After he urinated on the bushes, Lori played ball with him. It was so much easier to walk and even run with his legs now tucked the way they are. This second weekend, John became Corky immediately. It was something he wanted all week. He had no desires except to be a dog. Lori petted him on the head, and ruffled his new fur when they went into the house, saying, "You are a good dog." Somehow, this pleased Corky. A lot. He liked being told he was a good dog. Lori settled herself in the family room and Corky followed her. With his head he nudged her hand and she absentmindedly began to pet him. This lasted for about ten minutes when Lori realized she had a chore to do. She went upstairs, while Corky stayed on the first floor, not being able to navigate the stairs as yet and whimpered. Lori shortly came down and Corky jumped for joy in seeing his mistress. Dogs have no sense of time. You can be gone for a minute, an hour, a day, and when your pet sees you, he is overjoyed. Corky didn't realize that by Lori removing all of the clocks in the house where they were visible, Corky too, began to lose track of time. Lori had a tape in her hands, and placed it in the tape deck and pressed 'play'. Corky was just standing in the family room, when Lori noticed that he now laid o the floor, His front paws in front of him and his head resting on one of his arms. Lori was pleased that in just a few minutes, Corky was sound asleep. What was pleasing Lori so much was the fact that she placed an hypnotic tape in the wi-fi player which was now sending hypnotic messages to Corky, through the tiny speakers hidden in Corky's ears. The first part was to put Corky under hypnosis. It helped that in Corky's dinner bowl, Lori hid a sleeping pill, just strong enough to make him drowsy and susceptible to the suggestions on the tape. After placing him in a trance, the tape began to tell him how much he wanted to become a real dog. That he enjoyed being a dog more than he wanted to be a man. That Lori, his mistress, would take care of him. Feed him, love him, and take care of af his needs. That as a dog he would no longer have worries or concerns that bothered him in the real world. He was told that as a dog he would no longer understand human language, but that whenever he heard his name out loud, "Corky" that was a sign that he should listen for a command. And that whenever he heard the word "Corky" again, he again not understand human talk. The tape was set to be in a loop. and would replay every four hours. So six times a day, for 45 minutes, Corky would fall asleep and his brain would listen to the tape. That Saturday and Sunday were like the first time, but only more intense. Corky learned to walk more easily with his feet bound the way they were, and even tried to run when the ball was thrown. He didn't think about anything but the moment. When Lori threw the ball when she played with him, his only thoughts were to try and catch the ball, retrieve it and bring it back to his mistress. Between the tape and his own desires he began to lose contact with human thought. By Sunday afternoon, after he had listened to the hypnotic tape six times, when Lori talked, Corky knew she was talking but did not know what she was saying. Lori knew this by experimenting with him and she then called her colleague to give him the news of the progress, knowing that while she discussed it out loud with Corky in the room, the dog did not understand what she was saying. She was careful not to say the name "Corky" out loud because that would trigger his ability to listen. Corky no longer minded eating room temperature stew. By his dinner time he was hungry and was eager to gulp down the food in his bowl. Sunday afternoon, was the first time that he had a bowel movement as a dog. He squatted, scrunched up his torso, and squeezed. And out it came. He didn't know why, but after he was through, he turned and sniffed it. And that is what dogs do. He was praised and petted and told he was a good dog, and he was so happy. Monday morning came, and Lori began to remove Corky's collar, and started to strip him of his body suit. Having lost track of time, he didn't know what was happening to him, but Lori said the password, "Corky" and told him it was now Monday morning and that he must become John again. Corky was disappointed but obeyed his mistress' command to lie on his back as she peeled off the suit, and removed the chastity device. She then removed the straps from his arms and legs, and he was able to stand on his feet after 2 1/2 days of being on all fours. When he first did so, he was a little dizzy and almost fell over. Lori was close by, and supported him until he got his bearings and assured her that he was now OK. There was no conversation between them as he went to shower, shave and get dressed. Lori told him that she wanted him to forgo shaving as she wanted him to let his beard grow out. John had always been clean shaven and when he asked why, Lori told him that if they were going to continue to play this game, she wanted him to grow a beard, so that she could trim it to look like a muzzle and his face would become more dog- like. "You do want to continue this game, don't you John?" Lori asked, already knowing the answer. And without a moment's hesitation he said, "Yes. Yes, I do." "And how do you feel this morning?" "Actually, great. I don't remember having felt this good in such a long time. Do you think my being a dog has anything to do with it?" "Without a doubt, John. Without a doubt." That week turned out to be quite frustrating for John. Between his own desires and the hypnotic tapes, he realized he was happier as a dog than as a professor. He would be a dog even during the week, if Lori would have it. He didn't realize that Lori had an agenda of her own and that she was quite pleased with the way things were going and the how far John has travelled as Corky in just two short weekends. At home John found that he now made little conversation with Lori. And whenever Lori suggested he do something, he did so without thinking about it. His mind was being programmed to obey her commands. Lori asked him how he felt, and after some prodding he confessed how much he preferred being Corky than being John. That he would be Corky in the middle of the week if she didn't mind. They discussed it at length and they decided that during the week it would take too much time to put the suit on, but that his legs could be strapped and his hands could be placed in their paws. That he could wear his collar and still go outside. It was warmer now, and he could be naked outdoors without the body suit. They discussed his wearing the CB3000 chastity belt and he said that he thought he could be good and not hump the furniture, but that if Lori thought otherwise, she could put it on him at any time. Lori insisted that he wear the helmet, with the dog ears. He did not realize that she intended to play the tapes to re-enforce the hypnotic suggestions. And so, each night at about four PM, John came through the door, and hastily stripped himself of his clothes, threw them in a pile, not caring who had to pick up after him, and allowed himself to have his hands and feet bound, and the helmet and collar put on. He ate from his bowls, and went outside to do his business. He finally learned to navigate the stairs, and slept on the floor at the foot of his mistress' bed. During the night, he often woke up and went about the house checking it out. After which ie would come back upstairs and lie down. And every four hours, the tape would play again, bringing him down hypnotically until there was no further for him to go. And he found himself to be happier than he had ever been. And Lori too was happy, because her experiment was a ground breaking experience. Properly written, it could possibly get her a grant to continue her research. It was now just two weeks until the summer break. John found his job to be terribly frustrating. All he could now think of was the security and safety of being Corky. That is who he wanted to be. He didn't want to be a human anymore. He didn't want to be a professor, or even a husband, he wanted to be a dog. These thoughts constantly were running through his mind, and he was afraid. How can he tell these thoughts to Lori? How can he tell her he is happier as a dog and pet than being her husband? He didn't know that Lori was in on it all the while. Lori was the one who brought the subject up. "Summer break is coming. What are your plans, John?" "I hadn't made any plans, dear." "Don't you think we should talk about it? I know what you really want, but I want you to say it." "How can you know what I want?" "Don't forget that I have a PhD in psychology. Don't you think I don't know what you are thinking?" "Yah. Smart ass. Tell me. What am I thinking?" "You want to be Corky for the summer. And maybe even after that. How is that for starters?" "Oh my God. Yes. You are right. I am happy being Corky. I would like to be Corky for the summer, and you are right. I really want to be Corky." "You mean all the time? Be careful what you wish for John. You know the old saying." Without any hesitation and in his excitement, he exclaimed, "Yes. I am happiest as Corky. Would you want me as your pet forever? Would you promise to take care of me like you have been doing from here on?" "All right Corky. And from now on, when we are alone, that is your name, even if you are dressed as a human. But I have to confess that you have been part of an experiment on my part." She then went on to tell him of the hypnoses tapes and he said he felt he would have gotten to this point even without the tapes. After a silence when each of them were lost in their own thoughts, Lori said, "I have to get some legal documents prepared before this can happen, Corky. You will have to give me power of attorney over your complete health care, and since a dog has no assets you will have to assign your equity in the college's retirement program to me. We are renting this place, but there is an option to buy. I will exercise that option and buy the property.. It is secluded and you can be happy here without being discovered by others. There are two people who beside the attorney who will know about this. One is my colleague and partner in this experiment. He may be coming over to help me complete the project. And the other is the veterinarian. You no longer will be going to a regular doctor. This guy is one I can trust and I believe he will be fascinated with what we have done. Is that OK with you? "Woof," Corky replied. He still hadn't learned how to bark. It happened to be the day before the last day of school. John had tendered his resignation which the Dean accepted. Transfer of his equity in his retirement plan to his wife, Lori, was handled without it being questioned. They then visited the lawyer who explained his transferring all of his assets to Lori, and that he would be forever under her control, and that it was her decision and her decision only in the care and treatment of the entity that was to be called Corky. At the lawyer's insistence Corky could opt out after thirty days and become John again. Both John and Lori knew that was not going to happen. John eagerly signed all the documents and the attorney had him place a hand print on blank paper, that was then attached to the signed papers. That afternoon after he was put in his body suit and tightened up, he was led to the SUV where he jumped into the back seat. His legs became strong enough that he was now able to jump. (also became proficient at catching paper plates thrown to him) They wound up at the vet's and Corky was led into the waiting room on his leash. By previous arrangement the doctor saw to it that there were no other people waiting and he gave his three person staff three hours of free time, which they happily accepted and went shopping at the nearby mall. Corky was placed on a table and given a complete examination. He was fine. The vet installed two fangs each in his upper and lower jaw. He forced the metal sides in between his regular teeth. It caused for a tight fit, but it would feel more comfortable as he got used to wearing them. Corky accepted the examination without complaint, and if the doctor hurt him while groping him, all Corky did was yipe as a dog would. The vet was intrigued with the entire idea of a human dog, heard the story from Lori about how it came about. Corky heard it all, but didn't understand a word of it. He no longer could recognize human speak, unless he was given the code word. And then what he was able to understand was very basic. The vet gave him a shot which entitled Lori to apply for a dog license at the Village Hall. He was described as weighing 140 pounds and mixed breed. When Lori attached the metal license to his collar, it made a little jingle each time he took a step, which he liked. And so the summer went on. It was less than a month when Lori's colleague began to come over for dinner. Then to spend the night. Corky could not know, but Lori filed for divorce on the grounds of abandonment. It was granted a month later. Soon Lori's colleague moved in. John's clothes were given to the Salvation Army as a donation the first day he was to become a full time dog. He liked his mistress' friend, and was unhappy when they went into her bedroom for the night. Corky lay by the door sleeping. As usual, during the night he often checked the house. Lori, loved Corky in the way that an owner loves a pet. They were together constantly. It bothered Lori that she had to remove the chastity belt monthly to give the dog some relief. So the decision was made that Corky had to be neutered. It was no problem for the vet, and it was done without Corky even knowing what happened to him. He didn't even realize that he had no desire to hump the furniture anymore. Lori married her partner and they made sure that their strange looking dog was kept from others' view. And Corky couldn't be happier. EPILOGUE After a full year, Lori and her colleague and now husband, very carefully proposed a plan to the Dean of the psychology department. They outlined the thought of getting a willing human subject and having him or her live the life of a dog. They expressed to the Dean that in time the subject would accept the idea of being a dog and would want to stay that way. They thought that their proposal might be accepted eagerly. Instead they found themselves being chided for even suggesting such a thing. He first denied that any human would be happy being a dog, and then, even if he was, the laws of the land forbade it. Anyone trying such an experiment would be subject to criminal prosecution. This all came as a shock to Lori and her husband. They thought it would be the road to glory, but instead, it could possibly be the road to prison. From that time on they were careful not to let Corky outside unless it was dark. Corky didn't care, his eyes became used to the dark now. Both his sense of hearing and smell became acute. He didn't remember anything about John. He lost the ability to understand human language except when it was directed at him. He became a dog. A pet. When they went to the attorney they were careful to seek out a person several hundred miles away, and they were careful not to reveal their true names or their addresses to him. The only one left was the vet and he was complicit in their scheme so they knew that they could count on him to be quiet. And that is the way it was for sixteen more years. During a snowstorm, Corky got disoriented when he was sent outside to do his business and got lost. By the time they found him later that day it was too late. They buried him in the woods behind the house. They made sure that the grave was deep enough never to be discovered. Both loved Corky and they shed many a tear over his loss. The vet issued a certificate of death and it was duly recorded at the village hall.