Mike crawled to the kitchen behind Jake, whose hind legs seemed to be growing with each step, moving his forelegs away from the floor till he was standing completely upright. Mike suddenly began to feel a bit warm. A floppy, broad, flat tongue tumbled out of Mike's mouth and he began to pant, cooling down.
Jake headed toward the fridge, his forepaws growing long and flexible enough to wrap around the handle. He opened it, and started to pull things out...a package of deli meat, some mustard....
Mike suddenly realized one downside...he was going to have to eat dog food, wasn't he? That didn't sound like the most appetizing thing in the world....maybe he could try that trick that Jake used to get him fed some of the meat....