"Okay, Sigrid... we've got you set up pretty well back here. Nice new dog house, a bowl of food, your game-winning soccer ball to play with... let's see... anything else?"

"WOOF! WOOF WOOF! WOOF!"

"Ohhhh... your human FORM back? Hmmm... nah."

"ARF! ARF! ARF!"

"Yeeeeaaah... i know I SAID this would be an easier way to get you in the country than getting you a green card... but... you KNOW... now that I LOOK at you there, I think I prefer you THIS way..."

"Whiiiiine... whiiiiiine!"

"Ohhh now STOP that, Girl! You'll get so you ENJOY this! I PROMISE you! All you have to do now is play in the yard, bark at intruders, roll over for belly rubs... and... well... YOU know. The joys of Animal Husbandry! Your pro soccer career was about over, anyway..."

"Grrrrrr! Grrrr!"

"Now none of THAT stuff, Dear. I can always send you to the POUND, you know. Yeah. You appreciate your situation here, right?"

"Rrrrrufff..."

"It IS, kinda. But it's all how you look at it. Here... let me scratch you behind the ear. You LIKE that, don't you? I THOUGHT so! I think you'll find a dog's life suits you."