The dog bowl is brimming with kibble and a variety of meat scraps. After closer inspection you gag a little, there’s no way you’ll ever be able to keep that down. You feel uneasy at the thought of disobeying your master, but it’s just so disgusting. Evan notices your wrinkled nose and furrowed brows as you eyeball the pile of rancid dog food so he scolds you “What’s wrong with you? Normally you’d already have wolfed down most of it by now. Well you know the deal, if you don’t eat then no walkies! ”
No walkies! That’s what you looked forward to the most. You glance over at your master with big eyes and whine. With unwavering authority he says “Less moping and more eating.” Your disobedience is eating away at you so you decide to take a quick bite. You prepare for the worst, but as you chew further you find out that it’s actually not that bad. Even more than that, it’s delicious. A meaty and rich flavor coats your tongue and the once horrid stench that filled your nostrils now smells like sweet roasted coffee.
Before you know it you empty the bowl and start vigorously lapping up the greasy residue. “That’s a good boy,” Evan cheered,“now let me finish my cereal and we’ll be outside in no time.” You fire up after what your master just said. Are you really such a good boy? Wow. A funny feeling builds in your chest making you flustered and excited. You have to release all this newfound energy somehow so you play around, attacking your master’s chair before finally licking your master’s exposed feet. “That tickles!” Evan shrieks as he twitches a little. After slobbering and drooling all over his feet, you go sit next to him on the floor, patiently waiting for him to finish.