"Something is wrong!" Lilly said, "I feel like ARF!" She almost jumped in the air in surprise at that. She tried again to compose her sentence, but every word came out the same. "Arf! Arf arf!" Lilly barked. What she was actually saying was, =Help me Sandy.=
Sandy looked at the distance toward her home and numbers popped into her head. How much she still owed on the house, how long the mortgage was...how old she'd be when it was paid off...This would be the case with most dogs...the same way when you take a bowl with a little water in it, and start filling it, eventually, water will overflow. It's hard to think about what is happening when there are so many new things to think about.
Sandy felt this odd feeling in her mind, but the more she thought about what she should do, the more things came to her mind.
Lilly, by comparison, knew that something was off, all the pieces were there, but she was having trouble assembling them...or when she did, keeping her focus for very long before something else distracted her...an interesting smell, the sight of a squirrel...etc.
Sandy gently tugged on the leash. "Come on girl," Sandy said, "Time to go home." The strong, authoritative voice and the tug on the leash cut through the static in Lilly's mind enough for her to follow her instructions.
Lilly was able to focus on walking...one foot in front of another, as she looked down and sniffed about, she saw that her hands looked more like feet. She was able to examine herself, in the midst of her distractions. She had smooth skin, with short hairs all around it. She couldn't see how her head looked, but it moved differently than before. She could see her collar...
"What's wrong with you today?" Sandy said, causing her to turn her head. She could see Sandy's pink sneakers and legs...
"Arf..." she said, trying to explain. Not that it helped. Suddenly, her nose twitched. She smelled something.