Evil Dogbot

My coworker rescued two dogs and left one at the vet where I was for some reason. I ran after her to return the dog she left, and she told me to keep it. The dog was missing its back paws and the whole bottom part of its front legs, and you could see the bones. Its fur was brown and matted and clumpy. There was a tablet instead of a head that showed a dog face. There was also a Corgi at the vet I wanted, but Jimmy said no. I tried to be nice to our new dog and give it belly rubs and everything because I love animals and would not give up on one in need, but it was mean and scary and viscious and snapped barked and growled at me and Jimmy a lot. At one point it actually bit Jimmy somehow, and the microchip transferred to him, and Jimmy became mean and scary and abusive so I ran away and hid, wishing we had gotten the Corgi instead of this evil thing. Evil Jimmy poked his head in the room I was hiding in to announce that he knew I was in there, and he said something along the lines of "I don't care what you do, if you want to run away, go. If you want to get a change of clothes for that child standing in line, then do it, but be sure you take care of us first." That child was my son, and clearly his father didn't recognize him anymore. Once he was gone, I snuck out and tried to run away. Outside, I remember thinking I wanted to find a therapist, but I was scared I would never be safe. I thought some about my mom too. And I remember thinking "I want my Jimmy back. I want my sweet, sweet Jimmy back." And I was no longer mad at him for any of the stupid stuff he had done (not washing dishes or taking out trash, etc). I just wanted him back to normal. I also remember spilling green baby food in the cooler at work and a Barbie RV playset that looked like a Corgi.