Joe took Jared on the well-trodden path through a grassy field near the park, but the dog whined and whimpered, resisting the college student's urging of the second reason for the walk. He even had a plastic glove and baggie at the ready.
Intensely mortified, and extremely worried about the weird Egyptian god's complete nonchalance about his situation, it was no wonder he was having difficulty. But, like the well-trained dog he had become, he stayed on schedule. He wanted to hang his head in shame as he watched Joe dispose of the disposable baggie in a receptacle marked specifically for that purpose.
Jared whimpered again at the thought that, if he remained stuck as a dog, he would be having Joe or members of his family cleaning up after him every time...
Jared groaned inwardly. He had to find that collar!
Joe offered a few distracted words of praise as a couple of young women jogged past them. Jared found that he, too, wanted a second look at the two shapely young women. He let himself have a fleeting daydream about the red-headed one, but then had it ruined when he looked back toward Joe in time for the college student to reach down and adjust his junk through the crotch of his pants.
"I really didn't need to see that," he thought glumly.
"Let's go, boy," Joe said, and started walking, letting the sheepdog lead the way with its shambling pace.
"I'll bet he has a girlfriend," Jared thought enviously. He hadn't really done much more than get to second base with Taryn Summers at a party this past summer at the lake. "Fuck! If I'm stuck as a dog, I'll never get to have sex!"
He was still depressed and lost in thought when a young woman out walking her French poodle crossed their path. Jared, coming to a sudden stop, felt like he had smelled the strongest perfume in the world.
"Sue," Joe said. "Is that your dog?"
The young woman laughed. "No, she's my aunt's dog," Sue answered. "I'm just dog-sitting while she is out of town."
The poodle sniffed Jared's butt, and intoxicated by her presence, he returned the favor.
He felt like he'd gotten smacked across the face. "Ohmygod!" Jared thought and took another smell.
"Her name's Suzette!" Sue said. "My aunt thought that sounded like a good French name."
Jared weakly struggled to keep himself under control, but the scent of Suzette's pheromones drove him into a panting frenzy as he kept hovering near the poodle's butt.
"I think they're becoming friends," Sue joked.
Joe laughed. "Does Shaggy have a girlfriend?" The college student asked in a sing-song voice.
Jared felt himself drowning in the pheromones radiating from Suzette. He also felt his doggie dick stir in its fur-lined sheath. "I've got to... focus..." Jared tried to tell himself, but Suzette sniffed his butt again and he lost what feeble grip he retained on his human thoughts. Shaggy's doggie instincts took charge.