His search for a spare leash unsuccessful, Kirk looped fingers under Jared's already constricting collar and pulled him out of the cabin toward his waiting car. The transformed teenager's hopes that Kirk might be taking him home to his family were quickly dashed.
"My mom will be the tricky part," Kirk said aloud, knowing his mother's resistance to a new dog to replace Chester, the elderly dog they had lost a few months ago.
When Jared resisted entering the backseat of Kirk's automobile, the football jog used a combination of brute force and a tone of authority. "Get in the seat, boy," he said.
To his dismay, Jared found his mind wanted to obey. Kirk gave him an uneasy look after successfully getting the sheepdog on board. "You make a mess or scratch anything, I'll get you fixed," he warned with a chuckle.
It sounded like a joke. He hoped it was a joke. Jared cringed as he began to realize how much power Kirk held in his hands.
Kirk adjusted the front of his pants with a quick grab at his crotch. "Damn it. You couldn't have finished blowing me before you changed?"
When Jared growled, Kirk only laughed.
Once he got the car onto the highway back to town, Kirk rolled down the windows.
Jared felt the wind whip through his fur. It felt good, and without even realizing he had done so, he put his entire head out the window. Facing into the wind, tongue lolling out of his mouth, fur flying, Jared zonked out for the entire ride.
Looking through the rear-view mirror at the dog, Kirk laughed and began to think of dog names.