[ WP ] You come home from work and find a stranger in your home . After a brief panic , you come to find that said stranger is your beloved pet turned human .

It was in the evening, I got a call on my voice mail while working. I'm a hotel manager, and the police know me from our nights of belligerent or uninvited guests. I live alone and no one visits since I moved to a rural town. 
 
 `` Mr. Smith? This is Kerry down at the station. We found a troubled man outside your home, with a dog collar on with your name and phone number. He keeps repeating your name. If you could get down here and help us find out who he is would be great.'' 
 
 I did n't know anyone who would be in town to visit. Let alone someone wearing a dog collar other than my Black Lab named King Louie. So, I ask if the two front desk if they got it for the rest of the evening, and leave the hotel at 6 p.m. I get into the station and they escort me to a holding room, on the other side of the glass is a fit black man in sweat pants. 
 
 `` We barely got him into the pants, he kept howling and saying'Luther'.'' Kerry looking forward, `` if you like you can see him.'' 
 
 `` I do n't even know this man.'' 
 
 `` Well, we tried to get off his collar but he bit Walter. We just figured he was a troubled man'', the man started sniffing the air, scurrying towards the glass. 
 
 `` Luther?!'' He shouted in a deep voice, `` LUTHER!'' 
 
 Curious and scared of a fit black man calling my name, I work up the courage. I knock on the door and walk in. 
 
 `` LUTHER!'' He shouted and knocked me to the floor. His tongue was surprisingly long. He placed his fists on my shoulders and I could feel his knees digging into my stomach. 
 
 `` Oh Cripes. Up boy!'' I said like a knee jerk reaction. 
 
 `` So you do know him?! Is he your lover? I'm not judging but we just could n't find any prints on him or...'' 
 
 `` No, I do not know this man.'' The large toned black man was wrapped around my leg. 
 
 `` He seems to be attached to you for some reason.'' 
 
 I looked down into his eyes and seen my friend for the past three years staring back. He was about 6'1'', a solid 180, his hair was black and curly. I felt like I should get him out of here all of a sudden and said, `` Cousin Louie?!'' 
 
 He looked up and said, `` Home?!'' Crap, right in the feels. 
 
 After some paper work and a court hearing for humping one of the female officers, we were on our way home. 
 
 `` King Louie?!'' I asked when I turn on the car. 
 
 `` YES!'' He barked. 
 
 Holy shit, if this happened to him I wonder what my calico cat looks like. She liked to sleep on my pillows...
