Toby sat down at the table, where Megan had been sitting a moment ago, and patted her head, interrupting her thoughts, which were becoming increasingly muddled. He picked up the sandwich in increasingly large paws...which seemed to be growing an extra claw, separated from the others, which wrapped around and held the sandwich in place. "At least there were two sandwiches," he said, taking a bite.
Robbie finished his food and walked over to where Toby was eating, Megan at his side. Toby had called him a good boy. She never did that. For some reason, it made him extremely happy, and he wanted Toby to know that.
Megan tried to focus on what was happening, but her attention span seemed increasingly short. "Robbie, something is wrong," she said.
"Yes, you made Toby mad at you," Robbie said. There was something else that made him happy, for some reason...Toby saying that Megan should be more like him. His smile widened. He sat next to her, his forelegs...you could no longer call them arms, flat in front of him, and his hind legs curled underneath him.
Toby put the sandwich down, having eaten half of it. Unlike the expressions of the two humans, which were becoming increasingly glazed over, his eyes were focused and attentive. "Guys..."