[ WP ] You were adopted some years back and have begun to slowly realize that you 're a dog .

“ Your job is simple, ” said the short, bald man, peering up at me through a pair of dark, horn rimmed glasses. “ You guard the gate. Make sure nobody gets out. ” 
 
 “ Nobody? ” I asked. “ Then what's the point of having a gate in the first place? ” 
 
 “ Yeah, does n't make very much sense, ” I said, continuing my train of thought. 
 
 “ If nobody gets out, then why do n't you just replace the gate with a wall instead? ” I finished. 
 
 The man ignored my questions. Why was everybody doing that since I got here? 
 
 “ You're going to do great, ” the stout man continued. “ It's been ages since we've had a proper guard dog. ” 
 
 “ I'm not a dog! ” I exclaimed. 
 
 “ I'm a human! I own property and drive a Honda Civic, ” I continued. 
 
 “ Well, I *used* to drive a Honda Civic, ” I corrected myself. “ I actually just crashed it recently. It was pretty bad. I think I totalled it. ” 
 
 It did not appear that the man could understand me. He must have sensed my confusion, because he met my gazes with a knowing stare. “ Look, I know things must be confusing for you. That's normal, everybody is confused when they first arrive down here. But after a while, everything will start to make sense.'' He paused to wipe his brow, and push his horn rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose. `` Setting all that aside, you have a new job now, so you might as well make the most of it, and guard the gate. Do a good job, and your master may just reward you. ” 
 
 I took a minute to think it over with myself. Maybe he was right. What harm would guarding a gate do while I tried to collect my thoughts and remember how I had ended up in this place? 
 
 `` Okay,'' I said obediently, all three of my voices speaking in unison. `` I guess I'll try guarding the gate.''
