Your contemplation is interrupted by the rumbling of your stomach. It's probably best to fill your stomach before you can concentrate on anything else.
You walk to the kitchen just next to the living room. The large table in the middle, held up by legs, gives corridors that are not much wider than you are, and you worry that you'll get stuck, since there's no room to do U-turns. You walk to the refrigerator and turn your whole body to face it, then take a steak and the water jug out. The steak smells alluring to your newfound canine nose, as you slightly salivate. Turning your upper torso around, you only see the tabletop, realising that your table is tall enough for your lower body to fit under it. That's why you felt nothing smacking your bum as you turned to face the fridge! You set the items down, and head to the cupboard to grab a cup, filling it with water from the jug. You open your mouth, pour the water in, and feel the water running out of your mouth and down your face. This won't work. You then grab a cereal bowl, fill it up, and use your tongue to lap up the water, just as a dog would. It feels clumsy and messy, but you have no other choice. Once you've finished, you return the jug to the fridge, and set the cup and bowl into the sink.
Now you just have to pan-fry the steak (though you also have a grill). You walk to the stove, lay the steak on the nonstick pan, and turn it on. Once in a while, you flip the steak with a spatula. This would have been unremarkable if it were not for the aroma of the sizzling steak that strikes your nose with full force, as you uncontrollably drool even harder, fortunately on the floor and not the stove. You don't dare use any condiments, fearing that they might be toxic to dogs.
Once both sides are a nice, golden brown, you head to the cupboard to retrieve a plate, then set the steak on it, since eating straight from the pan could potentially mean inadvertently licking up the Teflon layer. You grab the plate and wolf down on the steak like a dog would, occasionally tearing it apart with your teeth and handpaws (with functional claws), table manners be damned! And goodness gracious is it scrumptious!
Looking out the window, the sun has already set, and it's already dark outside.