He took a few more experimental steps, confirming that he had four legs, instead of the two he was used to. It seemed so effortless, as if he'd been walking like that all his life.
He headed toward the living room, hearing the sounds of the TV. His mother was there, checking out the news. "Mom?"
She looked over, and gently stroked his hair, turning her attention back to the television. "Mom, can you hear me?" he repeated. No response.
"MOM!!" He shouted.
She turned. "Now, what's upsetting you, boy?" She asked, sounding concerned. "You want to go out?"
She can't hear me, Jon thought. What now? He backed away, not wanting to be put out in the backyard, or worse. He hurried back toward the stairs.
"That dog," he heard his mother say.
He retreated upstairs. The house seemed so much bigger. His room door was ajar, and he pushed it open with his head and walked in...and stopped...
