Zed had left for whatever the hell his next destination was several hours before, after Hans had cooked him an absolutely okay breakfast (much to both of their surprise) and gone through everything they needed to do on the website. Apparently, it had been quite a lot. Now Hans sat on his back verandah and wondered why all he wanted to do at the moment was curl up with his tail on his nose and go to sleep.

It may have something to do with the fact he felt sad about the lack of trees over his back fence, the fact he hadn’t slept properly for days, or that he’d been practising turning back and forth into the large boof-headed dog he’d admired on his walk-through robes mirror. He had noticed one thing extremely important about what happened when he flipped back and forth between dog and human. When he turned into a dog, it felt easy and he hardly noticed it.

But, when he turned back into a human and himself, it took quite some time to adjust. The one thing he noticed more and more each time, was that his instincts seemed to stay heightened for longer and at the moment, despite the fact all he wanted to do was lay on his back with all four limbs in the air, those instincts were letting him know there were things over the back fence he wanted to chase away.

Narrator: Who knew what those things were? There were many ongoing arguments about that. “We want to take turns” does not seem feasible but apparently is. “Apparently”, a lot of “fairly obvious” people want to take turns, but not in the way other people might think.

He’d learnt quite some time ago about the difference between need and want, although it had been brought back to his attention by some word lizard in a mask of heightened stupidity and freshly made bread buns.

Okay, so his head was going haywire and he didn’t know why. He’d thought this might happen today, for reasons he did not know, but yes he definitely had realised that today would be the day he completely lost his marbles. That he also had the impression it may only be for a short while did not make it better.

But it did make it fun.

The first question he wanted to ask himself, and he did not mean himself but herself which was someone else entirely who was not him, was this:

How the freaking hilly dreaming hell do I go the freaking toilet?

The lizard appeared beside him in a slightly breezy and see-through way. She was quite small today, which was more friendly, and she didn’t seem to have her big eyes in. Well okay, they were smaller than they had been in the past.

You have two choices, said the lizard, realising he was talking about going to the toilet where he wasn’t going to be peeing but, you know, doing the other thing.

Okay?

You don’t dig a hole in the backyard because only cats do that so sorry not sorry.

He growled.

You can figure out how to squat on the actual toilet.

He looked at his dog body and wondered if he’d possibly break the bowl.

Other than that I suggest you get yourself out of the house and go for a lovely run in the bush and find a likely tree and shit under it like every other creature I know does.Oh look Hans, I’m into punctuation again. You must be feeling particularly stupid.

I am not feeling particularly stupid. You must be feeling particularly intelligent.

Indeed, replied the lizard and gave him a very large toothless smile.

‘Kill me nowwwwww,’ howled Hans.

You do realise your friendly neighborhood watch man is just across the road and you don’t have a dog, correct? Perhaps you should be a man again before you completely lose your bowels.

Hans turned back into a man, jumped up quickly from the wooden boards of the back verandah, slowly, ever so slowly, readjusted to his human body, and commenced stumbling through the house to the nearest loo. His brain seemed to be malfunctioning slightly but he was going to make it … slowly, Hans, slowly… to the loo before he shat on the floor… he made it just in time.

Not much later, but later enough for Hans to realise it was getting dark, he threw up.

‘I’ve eaten too much,’ he said to the lizard, who currently glinted from the sky.

She didn’t reply, she just mooned.

He knew he had to go back to the restaurant tomorrow, and he knew he had already come to the conclusion he needed to do something about the Canerican, and he wished to know just one more thing.

Why was she so interested in being in his office?

It wasn’t like it was his actual office. It was a restaurant manager’s office. But, as Zed had been connecting all the restaurant managers offices and computers up together, Hans knew that if he allowed the Canerican to do any accounting whatsoever, if she had any brains at all, which he was inclined to think she did, she would be able to connect to their main server, and if she had any thoughts of foul play, she could likely do a great deal of damage to the business.

It wasn’t something he really wanted to contemplate. He put it down to the fact he was really quite dog-like in his thinking that everything needed to be protected (which was why he’d sent something off to a friend several months before) and really (something he kinda already knew) really quite dog-like in that he definitely understood the rules of the game, and the three F’s, which most dogs, but not all people, knew instinctively.

The lizard left one eye in the sky, and sat down on the verandah beside him. It looked like he had a permanent wink.

The three F’s she thought. Remind me of that one again. I haven’t heard it in quite some time.

Hans felt like blushing, which seemed ridiculous, but apparently it was true.

You know.’ He gestured vaguely at nothing at all. ‘I don’t want to say it.’

Don’t be ridiculous. You’re a grown man.

I know but I’m too much of a great big foolish dog to think I should be saying this out loud, If I… Well… promise not to tell anyone, he thought.

The lizard, if she had any eyebrows, would likely be frowning right about now. The closest way he could describe the expression on her face was a confused, not very intelligent expression that reminded him of a great big fat owl that wanted to eat him, which did not make any sense whatsoever, but he was going with the feeling it gave him when he felt he was being pushed into doing something he didn’t really want to do.

‘Fine,’ he spat. ‘The Three F’s are fighting, food, and fornication. Okay?’

Oh I see, You’re being polite. Why?

I have no idea. It’s just not something I think people should be aware of. If you had children, which I obviously do not have, would you be telling them that?

If I was a man or a woman who had children and they happened to have a male dog, then yes I would, said the lizard in a very logical, reasonable tone that made Hans want to throw up again.

‘I don’t think I want kids then,’ he said out loud. ‘I also happen to think I may very well possibly and absolutely be the biggest fool I know, because why I think this is an issue right now, when I habitually turn into a dog, is something I do not understand.’

I don’t think you’re supposed to, replied the lizard. I also think you may be extremely overtired, Hans. Why don’t you go to sleep and get some brain rest, and I promise tonight you won’t dream of anything at all, and tomorrow you can go and fix all the mistakes you made in the last four months, which are many and endless, and then you can figure out which one of The Three F’s you are going to approach your “Canerican” friend with. Fighting? Food? Or fornication?

‘Do I really need to do that,’ asked Hans.

I’m afraid so, If you don’t, then you won’t be fixing the situation, and if you do, well, at least you have a choice about which one you’re going to use. Go to sleep now, Hans. Go to sleep.

Han’s eyes were closed before he knew it, and he felt something warm being put over him while he lay on the cool boards of the back verandah. Instinct told him he should keep one eye open, and be listening out for anything unusual, but the feeling of a presence far greater, and stronger, and safer than he would ever be, sent him into a deep dreamless sleep that he felt like he never wanted to wake up from again.

The last words he heard before he heard nothing much at all, were these;

Always trust your gut feelings.

to be continued…