Confused

I looked in the mirror to be perfectly sure, I was still standing on two legs, not on four. To make absolutely certain the necklace I wore Had not turned to a collar bought in a pet store. That the itch I was scratching wasn't from fleas. That the shirt I was wearing didn't say Spike, Rover, or Daisy. There seems to be some confusion Over who and what I am. I'm a person just like you. Not a stray from the pound.