“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!” Alice said, tapping her hand on the dog crate I was sleeping in. “It’s time to get you to the store and ‘in costume’!” She cheerily opened the dog crate and placed a bowl of food in front of me.
“Come on, eat up!” Alice said, a mischievous grin appearing on her face. “Or else I’ll just have to take you back to the store for walkies.”
Knowing Alice meant business, I wasted no more time and quickly scarfed down the food. It seemed to be canned tuna, Judging from the taste, it was originally packaged in sunflower oil, making it more easily edible. As I was carelessly eating, I noticed an all-familiar ‘crunch’ in one of my bites.
“There you go. Good puppy,” Alice responded in puppy talk. “Now swallow your medicine like a good dog.”
Flushed, I did as Alice commanded and swallowed the pill she had mixed with my ‘breakfast’.
“Good pup,” Alice said. She walked into the kitchen and filled a bowl with water for me to drink, and placed it in front of the crate. “Now all that’s left is for you to drink like a pet and then you’re free… well, temporarily, at least,” she chuckled.