Sammy and Sadie ran eagerly for the kitchen, where their owner, Peter, had just filled their bowls and called them. They had a good master, good food...life was good.
Peter, by comparison, worked at home, writing for some website, and being single, enjoyed the company of man's best friend. He turned back to the stove, where his own dinner was cooking.
Of course, no human, nor canine for that matter, was aware that a decision had been made at a higher level and the human race was about to be demoted.
The Gods began to reweave the fabric of Earth. Peter, working on dinner, didn't notice what was happening behind him. The two dogs were growing hands and feet...their front paws growing fingers and their hind legs growing longer and their rear paws growing wide enough to support them.
They stopped devouring the food and turned to each other, looking confused, and got to their new feet, their spines adjusting and straightening, their heads rolling about on newly forming shoulder blades. Their tails retracted into their bodies.
Finally, their foreheads began to grow above their eyes, leaving more room for their expanding brains, the dumb vacant stare on their faces turning focused....focusing on each other.
Peter didn't notice, as he was focused on cooking, and his changes were starting off more slowly...his tailbone bulging out of his pants. "Guys, you are awfully quiet back..." he turned around and yelped.
"That smells good," Sadie said. "Why is it you never make us anything hot?" She asked.
Peter gaped.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Sammy said. He laughed... "I just got that....cat...tongue....that's hilarious.."
"Let me take care of that, Peter," Sadie said, taking the spatula and turning over his burgers. "You sit down...you look a little pale."