"Well, at least buy her dinner first," the college student joked as he watched his canine charge attempt a mounting of Suzette, the French poodle.
Joe's flippant remark caused Sue to chuckle. "I don't think we have to worry," she said as Suzette did a sudden spin away from the clumsy advances of the sheepdog.
"Maybe she's out of your league, boy," Joe remarked.
The comment penetrated Jared's lust-fogged brain enough to have caused a deep blush if he had still been human. He needed to regain control of the situation and his own body, but his doggy instincts pushed him to mount the female poodle. The doggy instincts continued to prevail.
In a doggedly determined defiance of the French poodle's initial rejection, Jared approached her again, took another whiff of her butt for the resolve-strengthening pheromones, and attempted to mount her again.
This time, Joe intervened, giving a hard jerk on the leash and toppling the stubborn sheepdog back onto all four paws. "I'm really sorry," Joe apologized to Sue. "He's not normally such a bad dog."
"Well, I hate to get in the way of a good romance, but I'm not exactly sure my aunt would be pleased by unplanned puppies," Sue joked.
Joe eliminated slack in the lead, but Jared whined and pulled on the lead in a desperate attempt to get back to the object of his desire. The bored poodle walked back to her mistress and then sat patiently by her side.
Jared felt confused. Everything in him screamed for him to mate, but external forces kept preventing his attempts. The coquettish poodle and the Joe's forceful intervention combined to reduce him to a pacing, whimpering mess.
"I think Miss Suzette doesn't know the power she has over her male suitors," Sue joked. "We should go."
"No, you don't have to go," Joe said. "I can keep him in line."
Even as he said the words, Jared made one more valiant effort and succeeded in almost pulling the leash holder from Joe's hand as he lunged toward Suzette.
Sue laughed. "I think we should go."
"All right," Joe said and watched them leave, waiting only until they were out of earshot before launching into Jared.
"Damnit, Shaggy," Joe said. "Bad dog!"
Jared felt a mixture of horny lust coupled with his compulsive need to submit and please. He got onto his belly, wiggled his hindquarters and whimpered.
"Well, I guess I can't blame you," Joe relented. "But try to have some dignity."
Jared whimpered again, upset by Joe's apparent displeasure. He didn't know why the hell he should care what the college student thought of him, but the entire force of the sheepdog's disposition warring within him craved approval.
"Let's go have that pumpkin spice chai latte!" Joe said excitedly. "Does that sound good, boy?"
Jared got back on his feet and once again tugged on the leash to lead the way.