She called out to her son... "Ro...bl..." she started, as her tongue fell out of her mouth. She tried again, "Ro...bark...bark..."
'Oh, no' she thought, lifting up her hand and seeing it suddenly shift into a paw like Robbie's...it was still pink and smooth, but the bottom was callused and thick. She lowered it back to the ground and tried to get up, but was only able to rise on all fours.
"Megan..." the German Shepherd said firmly. "Come," he ordered.
She felt like she was supposed to listen to him, even though she really wanted to figure out what was going on. She hurried over to where he was standing. She tried to speak again, "Bark!!" She exclaimed. That was right..that was the noise she usually made to tell him what she...
Megan was having trouble focusing....every time she did, her mind unexpectedly went off the rails again. "My name is Megan...I am thirty-seven years old, and mother to Robbie, who is twelve....we have a master named...No, I don't have a master..." She tried again. "My name is Megan..."