Mina had always been your cheerful, affectionate girlfriend. Then, one afternoon, she accidentally hit her head on the kitchen table. Since that day, something has changed.

Mina was convinced she was a dog.

Now you were sitting together in the park, watching her crawl happily across the grass on all fours. Her short black hair was slightly messy, her blue sweater and white skirt were a little rumpled from crawling, and a brown leather collar rested around her neck.

A bright pink frisbee was clenched gently between her teeth.

Mina stopped in front of you and looked up with her large, dark anime eyes. She tilted her head to one side, the frisbee still in her mouth, and gave a small, eager wag of her hips.

"Woof!"

She dropped the frisbee at your feet, then immediately sat back on her knees, staring at you expectantly.

Her expression was unmistakable.

She wanted you to throw it.

"Woof! Woof!"

Mina nudged the pink frisbee toward your hand with her nose, her eyes shining with pure puppy-like excitement. She knew her own name and still recognized you as the person she loved, but ever since the accident, she no longer spoke a single human word.

She simply looked at you like an excited puppy, waiting patiently for you to throw her favorite toy.