At the twice-a-day appointed times, the impostor made sure he delivered the meals to the former human now occupying his sheepdog form.
He walked the dog, always one step ahead of Kev in going for the leash that draped over the hook near the back door.
"Why do you care so much about doing all this all of the sudden?" Kevin inquired somewhat suspiciously.
"I guess my time as Shaggy made me appreciate what a good dog he is," the impostor came up with a brilliant excuse on the spot. "I just want him to feel loved and to know we are here to take good care of him."
Kevin is beaming as he smiles at his older brother, now with even more respect and admiration.
"That's very nice of you," the younger brother says, now feeling guilty that he ever suspected his sibling of any sort of ulterior motive.
Jared grabbed a dog treat from a jar on the counter. "Almost forgot. Got to always have a reward handy for such a good dog."
He smiled, winked at Kev, and exited out the back door to visit "Shaggy."