A few minutes passed, as Jared lounged in the backyard, failing to find the willpower to do anything. He thought once or twice about chasing his tail or digging a hole to both entertain himself as well as keep up appearances.
However, as he didn’t have the mind of a dog, Jared felt he would find both of those activities very boresome. Besides, one would involve him chasing his own butt (which seemed even more humiliating to him that being locked in a backyard), and the other involved tearing up Mr. and Mrs. Henderson’s back yard. The last thing he wanted to do was give either of them a reason to be angry at him, as one wanted to kick him out of the house when he had such a good chance for spending time with Cassie, and the other wanted to cut the crucial pieces of his favorite body part off (he was a teenage boy, after all).
Jared lay down, arms under his head, as he watched the sun begin to set. It would be dark out in an hour or two, and Jared began to feel afraid about spending the night outside, alone and cold. However, these fears were soon put to rest when an angelic voice sang out behind him. “Hey, Shaggy! Dinner, boy!”
Jared’s ears perked up, and turning his head he saw Cassie running towards him, a dog bowl in one hand and a plate of food in the other. Jared stood up, began wagging his tail, and heavily woofed as he saw her run towards him. Her eyes gleamed like emeralds, her freckles shone like tan stars, her blonde hair waved about like a sea of gold, and her breasts... well, Jared thought her breasts were extremely attractive, especially as they bounced along with her running.
Cassie knelt down in front of Jared, placing the dog bowl next to him. Cassie sat down with her legs crossed, and rubbed the top of his head, sending a shiver of euphoria down Jared’s spine. Cassie chuckled as Jared’s tongue began to hang out of his mouth. “Come on, boy. Time to eat.”
Jared instinctively went for the plate of food Cassie had in hand, prompting her to hold it away from him, laughing. “No, silly! This is my food. THAT’s your food.”
Jared looked down at his bowl and his heart sank. As the Hendersons didn’t have a dog, they hadn’t had any dog food on hand to feed him with at the moment. However, Jared thought that dog food would have been much more preferable to what he was looking at.
A slew of disgusting leftovers floated about in the bowl, which was now filled with meat that looked rubbery and tasteless, topped with vegetables that Jared had despised eating ever since he was a kid, and sprinkled with bland-looking fiber pellets. It smelled horrible, to boot.
“Eat up, boy!”, Cassie chirped. “Mom made it special for you. I wanted to give you some of the food we had, but she said you wouldn’t like it. She read somewhere stuff like this is really good for doggies, like you!” Jared whimpered internally, thinking angrily about the predicament Cassie’s mother was putting him in, and...