Jared wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard his dad's pickup truck pull next to the trailer. Scrambling onto all four paws, he tugged against the collar attached to the lead. "Dad!" Jared barked.
His dad didn't look at all pleased as he turned toward the barking dog. "Stop your yapping," he snapped. "Only got a lousy 25 bucks for that cheap-ass piece of jewelry. That won't even pay for a month's worth of dog chow."
Jared stopped barking, shocked for two reasons. First, had he understood correctly? His dad had sold the weird amulet probably responsible for turning Jared into a German shepherd. Second, dog chow? Did his dad expect him to eat dog food?
"I need a beer," his dad complained and pulled open the screen door and disappeared inside the trailer.
That left his son with fidgeting butterflies in his stomach as he pondered how he was supposed to regain human form without that amulet.
"I need to find out who he sold it to and get it back," Jared reasoned.
How he was to accomplish that wasn't all that clear.