Sitting there in the kitchen, watching Gumbo bark, pant, wag his tail, and sit like the good boy he was, you thought to your earlier thought: what was it like in his head? What was it like to be a dog? To have a tail to wag? To pant and drool and wag that tail, to chew on chew toys and to bark at cats and squirrels? What was going through the mind of a loyal pet such as Gumbo.
Feeling the remote in your pocket, you couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities. You couldn't stop thinking about swapping yourself with this St. Bernard you now owned as a pet. There was a small part of you that wondered if it was a bad idea, but you quickly dismissed it. You could satisfy your curiousity, live some of the dog lifestyle or give yourself some doggy features, or even both, and then since Gumbo was always gonna be around the family, you could easily swap everything back before eventually giving Gumbo back to Jenna, as hard as it would be to do.
It was then you decided: You would swap with Gumbo.
You called for Gumbo to follow you to your room, and of course, the loyal and obedient St. Bernard obliged. You figured getting to your room, and away from the rest of your family, would only serve to make this easier, and less distracting of other possibilities. It also could give you some immediate signs of change while also keeping some surprises to the rest of the house.
It wasn't long before you and Gumbo arrived into your room. You took the remote out of your pocket, and looked to Gumbo.
"Gumbo, sit!" You said.
Gumbo sat, and barked at you with a smile and a tail wag.
"Good boy!" You said, before opening the remote. Once again, time froze, and Gumbo simply sat, frozen in time, awaiting your new changes, unbeknownst to him.