She liked to explore abandoned buildings and take photos, developing an urban decay sort of gallery...the old gene therapy labs had closed down years ago after some sort of scandal and had piqued her interest. A group of stray dogs in the area had barked incessantly at her as she entered, which wasn't THAT odd, but a bit unnerving.
Halfway into the facility, as she was snapping photos of some odd science equipment, a booming BARK from somewhere nearby startled her, and she tripped and sliced her arm open on some broken bottles on the ground. A minute later, she was starting to feel strange, burning up, and...somehow hairier than before. As she stripped off her oppressive clothing and dropped to all fours, realization set in about all the dogs who had tried to warn her...or perhaps wanted her to join them...