Chad ran through bushes, cut through yards. He ran faster and faster. He didn't want anyone to see him. He had to get home. He almost got hit by cars twice. At last he was home. Chad trotted down the concrete driveway toward the back gate. He squeaked softly with each paw step. He looked up at the gate. The latch was on the inside top. If he was human, he would have reached over to open it with his hand. But now he had no hands. He shook his right paw. His rubber foreleg wobbled. He was made of rubber. What was it about tops being made of rubber? Maybe he could bounce over the gate? Chad flexed his knees, and leapt for the gate. The black rubber dog coiled up, but its center of gravity was different than Chad's human center of gravity had been. He uncoiled and flew straight into the gate. The black rubber mass compressed, literally squashed into the gate, and then bounced back. Chad's rubber tail and dog butt smashed against the pavement and bounced against the side of the house. He ricocheted into the bushes on the other side of the driveway.
Chad blinked. His limbs ended up twisted and tangled together. He managed to extract himself from the bushes, and untangle himself. He walked back over to in front of the gate. He took a few steps backwards, and then a few more. He dashed forward, and launched himself over the gate. This time he over compensated. He flew over the gate, upward, and splat. He collided face first with the tree house. Boing. Chad slumped and dropped down in a heap on the grass.
Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
Chad's dog bolted out of the dog door and across the yard to investigate the weird black rubber thing that shot over the gate and bounced off the tree house.
Chad was panting as he struggled to his rubber dog feet. He turned to see Rex barreling down on him.
"Woop?"
"Ruff!"
Chomp. SQUEAK!
Rex bit down on the weird rubber puppy in his yard.
Squeak, squeak, squeak. Rex liked the noise. He liked his small rubber toys, but he liked this big rubber dog shaped toy best.
Rex played with Chad for a good hour. Chad kept trying to escape, and Rex kept catching him. Finally, Rex tired, and lay down on top of his new inflatable rubber toy like it was a pillow.
Chad was humiliated, and helpless. Finally, Rex started to snore. Chad slowly began squirming trying to work himself free from underneath his big mastiff. He knew he had to get free. Then, then what? If he could get to his room? Hide under the bed, wait until midnight, maybe he'd turn back? But if he didn't?
"Ruff?" Rex awoke to find the toy escaping from beneath him.
"Woop!, WOOOP!" squeaked Chad. Unfortunately, dog speech and rubber dog speech are not really related, and Rex did not undertand or recognize Chad.
The scent of the bitch dog in heat wafted over the neighbor's fence. Rex stood up with two feet planted on the rubber Chad toy. He sniffed the air. His red triangular penis emerged from his black and tan furred sheath. He walked across the squeaky toy. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. He walked over to the fence, and barked.
Chad unfolded, and reinflated.
"Woop," Chad sueaked softly. He looked over at Rex, and slowly moved toward the house, and the doggy door.