You turn around just in time to see the human you know as Josh enter the garage. And from the way he smells and looks, you can tell that he is quite content about something. But the moment he sees you standing there and looking up at him, everything about him changes. He looks at you warily and smells uncertain and curious.
"I don’t know how you came to be here, my large, shaggy friend, but I really do hope that you are a friendly dog." He says to you as he slowly squats down before you and offers you his hand.
Seeing that he is in need of some friendly canine reassurance, you smile and wag your tail at him before dropping your forequarters into a friendly play bow. You then bark a friendly greeting at him.
Josh chuckles at the sight of you and he smells better to you now. Less afraid and more eager to meet your shaggy self.
"Good boy, good dog. Now come here, come here boy." He beckons you with a smile and a wave of his hand.
You woof at him and then smile before padding the rest of way into his open arms. You sniff at the hand he offered you in friendship. And past his emotional scents and the musky scent of his body, you smell something tasty. So you begin to lick at his hand with your tongue, covering and tasting every inch of his hand. Josh’s scent goes back to one of being contented and happy. And as you continue to taste his hand, he reaches over with his other hand and begins to lovingly pet you. He rubs his hand against your shaggy beard, and then he reaches over to rub the back side of one of your ears. You stop giving his hand a tongue bath and just stand before panting contentedly from the touch of his hand. Josh reaches over with his other hand and playfully scratches your bearded chin.
"You like this, don’t you, my shaggy friend? You like the attention I am giving you." He tells you in a reassuring tones and smells.
You smile at him and wag your tail, but don’t say anything to him as you are too wrapped up in receiving his love and affection. But soon you smell another scent coming from him, the scent of concern. You look up into his eyes to see him pondering about something. What that something is, you don’t know until he beckons you to come closer to him. Josh temporarily gets up from his squatting position and duck walks to your side. You turn your head to follow his gaze.
Josh then reaches out to grasp your dog collar. And for the next minute he plays with it as you just stand there and pant contentedly in his presence. He then looks up at you with that same look and scent of concern.
"Hmm... no name tag and no dog license saying you belong to the Evans family. How did you get to be here, my large, shaggy friend?" He asks you. "And even better yet, what am I going to do with you if you aren’t their pet dog?"
Unable to answer him, you just stand there and cock your head bemusedly at him before panting again. Doesn’t Josh realize that you want to be his dog?