Max was running around the backyard chasing a butterfly when Chaz and Johnny left. The house was quiet. Where was his buddy Chad? Overslept?
Max trotted up to the doggy door, and ducked through it into the house. He paused in the kitchen, and his ears perked up.
"Oh, oof, urg," moaned Chad faintly as if he was miles away. "Damn, Johnny. If Chaz only knew. Uh, I never knew the room was this big. Oof!, uh, urgh, ah, oh, urgh." Chad had just reached the door from the bathroom to his bedroom.
Max trotted out of the kitchen and upstairs toward Chad's room. He pushed the door open with his snout, and looked around. He didn't see Chad, but he could hear him.
"Oof, urgh, oh, man, I gotta take a break," sighed Chad. Then he saw Max, "Oh, oh, Max is always taking any clothes I leave on the floor as chew toys! I gotta move-"
Before he could move, Max pounced on him, and swallowed the Speedo up in his massive slobbery jaws.
Best game ever! thought Max. Chad makes an excellent chew toy. Max looked around Chad's room, and quite proudly trotted out of the room with his master clenched tightly in his jaws. Hm, former master. Chew toys couldn't be masters. Chad was master. Chad was Chew Toy. Fun. Fun. Fun.
Max bolted into the backyard, and let Chad dangle from his mouth. He jammed a paw through one of the leg holes while keeping a firm grip on the Speedo's seat with his teeth. As the paw stretched the Speedo from Max's mouth to the ground. Chad's contorted screaming face was visible on the stretched blue pouch.