Lydia laid on the floor next to the couch. She had something of a blank look on her face. Buster, meanwhile, seemed to be more active, straightening up, moving things by grabbing them in his mouth or nudging them with his muzzle.
Lydia stirred and looked around, realizing it was dark. She suddenly wondered where the day had gone. After her guests had left, she'd just sort of zoned out again, dozed a bit more...She got to her knees, having shed her temporary skirt when no one was around. She took a few steps on all fours before standing up and heading to the kitchen.
She was surprised to see a bowl waiting for her with food. She frowned. Had she put that out? The last day had been so confusing, had she just forgotten about it? She was starving though. She dug into it, without even thinking about the fact it was dog food this time. It smelled good.
