Chad is getting used to being a quadraped, his monochrome vision, and his incredible sense of smell. He's exploring the garage, and trying to get his head around what had happened to him. When he heard someone approaching.
Rocky's place was in the middle of nowhere. Chad had been there once to apologize about the dog. Rocky hadn't said anything he just glared at Rod and Chad. The sound of feet on the gravel drive leading up to the house alerted Chad that someone was coming. Maybe someone who could rescue him, and make him human again. Chad needed to let them know where he was. He started to yap, then to bark loudly.
"Oh, so now you're ready to come out, Chad. Well give it a minute!" shouted Rocky.
The footsteps grew closer.
"Hey, Rocky!" called Rod.
It was Rod. He wouldn't let his brother do this to him would he?
"Rod," was Rocky's curt reply.
"Uh, got a new dog?" Rod asked, as he noticed the barking.
"Yeah."
"You know Chad offered to replace Bucky."
Rocky made a guttural sound, and said, "Yeah, I took him up on his offer. Decided to call it Chad. You want to meet Chad?" He smiled.
Rod smiled back. It had been months since he'd seen Rocky smile. He wondered why Chad hadn't mentioned that he'd gotten Rocky a new dog. Well, Chad had missed practice, maybe that's what he was doing?
Rocky opened the garage door, and Chad ran out. He was sniffing, jumping and yapping all over and around Rod. He was sure Rod would recognize him.
"Oh, man, he's adorable!" Rod said squatting down and rubbing his hands all over Chad. He wanted to say it was freaky how much Chad looked like Buckeye, but thought better of it. He wondered where his teammate and buddy had managed to find a so identical dog.
"Alright, Chad, I think you've had enough time to get acquainted with my kid brother. Come boy!"
Chad quieted down. He sniffed, but turned and trotted toward Rocky. He was a good dog, an he was compelled by instinct and training to obey his master's voice. Damn, thought Chad as he sat at Rocky's boots, "Rod didn't recognize me. And Bucky's memories are so powerful." He wanted to sigh, but couldn't manage more than a pant. He was a dog now. The dreams of being a college football star, maybe playing professionally, getting married, having puppies, no longer seemed to matter. Wait, having puppies? He meant having puppies! Children! What? He lay down at his master's feet.