Bad to the Bone

When Izaya wakes up, he feels that something is not right. Everything smells stronger. He wiggles up in his bed; tries to get up, but falls down, only to look at what is supposed to be his legs and to almost scream. The only thing that leaves his mouth is the barking sound. All he sees is painted in black and white with a little bit of blue and cream. The world has become dull and dim. He moves to the mirror, and the thing that is looking back at him is a large dog with black fur, pointy ears and no tail. He swallows hard. He is a fucking Doberman, the type of dog that he almost hates the most; you know - the type that chases after him for the longest amounts of time when he is spying a particularly paranoid human; the guard dogs, the dogs from Hell. He is only glad that he hasn't turned out to be a Poodle, or a Chihuahua. That could be worse. At least he is a scary kind of dog, the one that is bad to the bone.