It was a nice sunny day outside. Not a cloud in sight. I sat on a rocking chair on the terrace outside, rocking gently back and forth while I read a book I bought a few days ago. I called out for my dog, Pluto. So he could run around on the grass where I could see him, but I was dumbfounded to see not a dog, but a human, well not entirely human but it was a half-dog and half human. I squealed, almost falling out of my chair. “Pluto?” He couldn’t speak, he barked. I was puzzled, what part of dog was he, and what part of human was he?