Before he could think what to do, a door creaked behind him and he turned to see his mother coming out of her bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Seeing Jon she smiled down at him and said "Morning girl, what're you doing up so early? Want some num nums?"
Jon stared at her in shock; she was treating him like a dog! He opened his mouth to say something but paused. She was treating him like a dog... A thought occurred to him; he'd occasionally wondered what it was like to be a dog, and now, as far as everyone else was concerned, he was one.
"Woof," he said.
She smiled and headed for the kitchen. Jon followed, aware that his tail was starting to wag. He watched as his mother pulled out a pouch of dog food, emptied it into a bowl and placed the bowl on the floor. He looked at it conflictedly; on the one paw it was dog food, on the other paw he was a dog now, so surely that made it okay to eat. With nothing for it, he aproached the bowl and prepared to tuck in.
