Casey had a good and fun bonding time with his new dog. They both play fetch and chase around. Casey felt like a new friendship was blooming between him and couldn't be more happier.
Few hours later, the sun was coming down. Casey knew he has to go home.
"Come on, girl. Lets get back to my place " motions Casey. The dog then follows him.
They make the way home. Casey unlocked and slowly opened the front door, making sure none of his parents were around. He knew they wouldnt want any kind of animal in the house. His dad hasn't come home yet, only his mom Diane, who was busy in the kitchen. She is short, slight-slim build and still looking youthful despite being 35. Casey finally led the dogs up the stairs and toward the door of his room. Casey opened the door, letting the dog in first before hearing his mother's voice.
"Casey! I heard you coming upstairs. Are you hungry? Made your favorite" Diane cried out.
"Ah its ok, mom. I had something before! I'll come down later" he responded.
Diane then sniffed follwed with some digust, which came from the dog itself. "Casey, I can smell something really bad. You know what it is. I'm coming up..."