A family of four, mother, father, a son and daughter, both aged ten and seven were in the kitchen at their suburban London (UK) home and had gathered around their pregnant pet Labrador.
"She's now in labour kids." The father said.
"She's huge! There must at least be five pups in there." The mother said.
"I hope they'll all be boys." The son said.
"No they wont, there're gonna all be girls." The daughter replied.
"Don't worry you two, maybe they'll be both boys and girls," The father said. The Labrador started to whine in pain. "Let's give her some more room, Jack, Lisa, go wait by your mother." The kids stepped back, the dog was now standing ready to give birth. The father had a towel ready underneath her, as he watched where the pup was due to come out he saw only a small part of the head start to appear. The mother dog started to whine even louder,
"Come on girl, you can do it." The father said. The dog shook with strain before passing out. "This isn't right, Claire, call the vet!" His wife picked up the wall-phone.
"What's wrong daddy?" Lisa asked.
"Nothing dear, we just need a bit of help, that's all."
"Hello? Yes we need a field vet please…"
"Come on girl."
"Thank you, bye," Claire hung up the phone, "Luckily there's someone already in the area, he'll be here in about three minutes."
"I just hope he'll make it in time." The father said as he tried to comfort the dog.
"Will she die dad?" Jack asked.
"*sigh* Why don't you go take your sis and play in your room?"
"But we want to see the puppies!" Lisa said.
"You will but Bonnie needs more space, just please, wait in your room, I'll call you when they're born ok." The kids reluctantly went upstairs.
"What do you thinks' happening?" Claire asked.
"It seems the pups are too big to come out naturally, looks like they'll need to be cut out by caesarean," The door bell rang. "That must be the vet." His wife left to answer the door.
"Hi, Mrs Tandon? I'm here about your dog." The vet said. He was dressed in brown with a brown RSPCA uniform.
"John's with her in the kitchen, this way." She led him through to the kitchen, he was carrying his kit one hand.
"Fainted has she?" The vet asked.
"Yes and her pulse is dropping." John said.
"Oh poor thing, let's see what I can do," The vet crouched next to the dog. "Wow, she's huge!"
"That's what I said." Claire replied.
"Right, I'm gonna have to do an emergency caesarean *sigh* I'm sorry, but there's a chance she may not survive but I'll do my best."
"Ok, just do whatever you have to do." John said. The vet opened his bag and gave Bonnie an injection. Claire closed the door to the kitchen in case Jack or Lisa came down. The vet got out his knife and carefully cut into Bonnie's womb. Claire was making some tea as her husband watched from behind and helped the vet in any way he could. He opened the womb and stopped, he shook his head and looked again.
"Are they alive?" John asked.
"Erm, was the mate to your dog related to her in any way?"
"He shouldn't be, we got her from a professional breeder with glowing reviews. Why, is there something wrong with the puppies?" John asked.
"Not puppies, just pup"
"What?!?" Claire said. The couple moved closer to look at the pup and were both just as shocked as the vet at what they saw. The golden Labrador puppy barely looked like a dog at all, his legs were twice as long as they should be, his Metacarpi (the bone from the toes to the Carpi (ankles)) was evolved into his Phalanges (toes) making them look more like human hands feet and but there was still only four toes and fingers. His Carpus and Tarsus looked more like a human's Calcaneus (ankle). Both of his paws had fingers also like a human and fully constructed thumbs but they all still had claws like a dog.