Skipper was panting from the last half hour of running, in fact he was frothing at the mouth. Compared to the rest of his pack however, Skipper was doing quite well. In their eerily black and white world, one of their best friends had begun to experiment on the poor dogs, and now, their world had exploded inexplicably into a cosmos of strange and disconcerting qualities. The farmer had, much to Skipper and the other dogs' dismay, altered the K-9's to the point that they had been forced to trust their previously useless eyes more than their noses. What had resulted from this? Dogs began to starve, seeing the same quality in their daily bowls of kibble as in their feces. While their noses had always been true to the dogs and informed them of the palatable bits of lamb or chunks of meet in their food, their eyes now confused them into believing the kibble could be no different from the steamy piles it used to turn into.

Skipper continued on with the dogs, glancing back momentarily to make sure they hadn't lost the puppies. The puppies that would never know the beauty of their noses due to the taint of their vision. The struggled on though, through the hole in the fenc