After about a month of staying at the clinic in a small bed at the back room of the building, visited daily by Jenny, she finally decided it was appropriate for me to come home. By this time, I was fairly used to being a dog, and being treated as so by Jenny and her parents, though never once have they valued me less than they did when I was human.
The entire car ride to Jenny’s house, I was fairly excited to be going there. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been to her house, since I visited it occasionally as a human. What got me so excited is that her house was rather nice, as exceptionally dog-friendly. When we got there, the mansion of a house she lived in seemed much bigger from my new form, and it just furthered my excitement. Jenny quickly walked me inside, giving me a tour of the house. She showed me the living room, the dog door to the backyard, the backyard itself, the kitchen that my dog bowl would be in