He tried his best, but the girls looked indifferent to his plight and his own body teamed up with Shaggy's half of their brain to turn against him.
He picked a nice open space in the yard, a good distance from the dog urine-soaked hydrangea leaves. He squatted, awkwardly, with his back limbs spread apart and tried to keep his balance with the front ones.
Jared wanted to get the spectacle finished as quickly as possible. Of course, that wasn't happening.
He strained. "What the hell's the matter?" He scooted sideways.
Perhaps it was all those bacon treats Kevin kept providing, perhaps it was the audience, but he was having difficulty.
The girls started to notice. If a sheepdog could blush...
Beneath all that fur, perhaps he was blushing. He definitely felt a warm flush as the girls went from passively observing to walking over to encourage him.
"Doggy all clogged up?" Caitlyn asked.
"This can't be happening!" Jared groaned inwardly.
Suddenly the pressure stopped and he left his business right there on the lawn.
That would have been the end of it, but Shaggy's canine instinct kicked into gear. Jared felt himself turning.
"No!" Jared screamed silently. "Not that. Anything but that!"
The sheepdog blandly turned and twisted its body until it could press its nose down to the ground for a good whiff of its deposit.
"Oh shit," Jared could have cried. What in the hell's wrong with dogs?
The girls giggled. "Good boy," Nisha said and, with Caitlyn, turned back toward the house, neither girl offering to clean up the mess.
"Come on, boy," the girls said almost in unison.
He trotted back into the house with them, a most obedient dog for all intents and purposes. He had, almost but not quite, forgotten his mission to see more of the girls in a naked state, in favor of craving their words of approval and affection.