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...
Now, Jon loved his dog Sydney. She was a handful sometimes, but she was a great dog. He didn't, however, love her this much.
Sitting there on the bed was a creature with a dog head, but a basically human, if furry body. He could imagine what the rest of him must look like. Apparently, interesting was playing mix and match bodies with your dog.
Sydney sat there, looking at her very human hand, opening and closing it in wonder. As he watched, she picked things up, then put them down, then walked around the room. Clearly, she noticed something was up, when obviously his Mom didn't.
