"Well, Jeffy boy, I suppose I should have you fetch the newspaper or something?" Ken asked Jeffy who looked up at him from the floor where he crouched on his naked haunches. Instantly, Jeffy was up and bounding downstairs. Ken followed watching intently.
Jeff wagged his little tail happily as he opened the front door and dashed out on the porch. Halfway up the steps was Ken's bud Conrad. He was coming over to work with Ken on their school project, and had picked up the newspaper that had been lying in his path on the walk. Jeff bounded toward him with his mouth open wide, and grabbed the paper out of Conrad's hand. He turned and bounded back into the house and to the step below where Ken stood. He looked up with the newspaper in his mouth.
"Man, you gotta muzzle that brother of yours. He nearly took off my fingers," Conrad complained wiping Jeff's stringy slobber from his hand. "Hey, can I use the whistle on him, again?"
Again? thought Ken. Of course, everyone else's memory adjusted to Jeffy's new status. Ken wondered what Conrad had in mind, and asked, "So Kahn, what exactly you want the pupboy to do?"
"Same as last time: massage and tongue bath of course!" Conrad says grabbing the whistle out of Ken's hand and blowing twice. Instantly, Jeffy's canine teeth grew longer and more pronounced. His facial features became more pointed and he got a lot hairier. Conrad grinned. Jeffy wagged his 3 inch tail. Ken started to unbutton his shirt. A tongue bath sounded like a good idea.