As the four beautiful girls ran off (leaving Jared to himself as his perverted yet natural thoughts), he began to drool and whimper with anticipation. He wanted them to come back and pet him some more. The second he had finally found a reason to enjoy being a dog more than a human, he was left without any beautiful hair, eyes, or boobies to speak of. He laid down, and stared at the patio table. Suddenly, he noticed four wonderfully distinct smells coming from the four chairs the girls had been sitting in. Each seat still had the scent of the girl who had sat down on it lingering upon it, and with his newfound, enhanced smelling that came with being a dog, he could pick up every sniff of them. Not only that, but the smells were intoxicating to his half-human, half-dog brain. It was as if the smells were each a mixture of some wonderful air freshener and a aphrodisiac. Panting wildly and looking around to make sure none of the gils were around to catch him- dog or not- he made his one choice with the limited time he had left: