The Chronivac dinged, and Sally walked over and gave Jeff's furry head a rub, carefully putting a new leather collar around the neck of her new doggy.
Jeff then started to have a migraine headache, whimpering a bit. What was happening was that the mental changes were starting. as the human mind was adapting. Jeff still had his human memories, but he was starting to have canine instincts as well as the knowledge that came with being a dog under two years old.
"What is it, boy? Does it hurt?" Sally said. "It's probably just the 'vac teaching you. I bet you know all sorts of tricks now...We can try some. Sit!" She said, firmly.
Jeff assumed a sitting position, suddenly glaring at her. What was she doing....she knew he wasn't a pet?
"Good boy....but that's an easy one. Shake!" When she gave a command in that firm voice, he instantly knew what to do. Jeff lifted his paw up and offered it to her. "I guess you're an expert. If you don't know something, I can always use the 'vac to help you out."
Jeff nodded, agreeably. He loved her to death, and wanted her to be happy. He looked over at the Chronovac curiously. His knowledge of how to use it was getting harder to access. His canine knowledge told him it was something he was not supposed to touch.
"How about we go get a treat?" Sally asked him. He barked approvingly.
He got up and walked alongside her to the kitchen, not even thinking about the fact he was on all fours. It was bipedal locomotion that would seem strange to him, not that he was thinking of it.
Sally reached into the pantry and pulled out a dog biscuit, tossing it to Jeff before heading to the fridge to get herself a yogurt.
She was looking for a spoon when the door opened and Jeff's mom and twelve year old sister entered.
"Sally, dear...we're home. Can you help us with the groceries? They're in the trunk."
"Sure," Sally said, almost automatically, heading toward the door.
Jeff, smelling two new humans, ran to them excitedly. He was so happy they were home, but that meant...something with that thing in the bedroom...As soon as he thought of bedroom, he had a strong memory of being told the bedrooms were off limits. He didn't want to be a bad dog!
He'd have to wait for Sally to do the thing...If it was that important, he shouldn't do it without her permission.