Frank wandered aimlessly around his own yard while his boyfriend and former dog enjoyed their dinner and evening. The occasional scents of the appetizing meal drove the transformed sanitation worked to distraction.
He resolved to end his pointless pacing and provide some purpose for his wandering. He left the canine instincts emerge slightly, which led him to sniffing everything in sight. He sniffed the back steps, the coiled water hose, the lawn furniture, the barbecue fire pit. He even dug a dropped rib bone from the ashes and began gnawing on the relic from one of his past summer bashes when he grilled barbecued ribs and served all the trimmings with a plentiful supply of quality beers and ales. He gnawed even more determinedly on the bone as he thought back to all the amazing food at the recent event.
He eventually carried the bone into his doghouse, which resulted in a new round of sniffing. He sniffed the shelter itself, and then he sniffed the bedding inside the doghouse, before he eventually made a few circles and settled the muscular body of the rottweiler onto the bedding. He may have dozed, but the next thing he knew, he saw Rex (now in his body) looking down at him and grabbing his collar. "Come back into the house, Master," his dog spoke in a soft voice.
He didn't need to be asked twice. He followed the human Rex into the house. As soon as he entered, he saw Xander at the kitchen counter. The attractive Latino man turned and Frank saw a familiar stainless steel dish in Xander's hands.
"Did Rexxie think we had forgotten his dinner?" Xander asked and sat the bowl of canned dog food on the floor.
After dreaming of barbecued ribs, cole slaw, and potato salad for the past hour, the slimy, unappealing chunks of mystery meat in the bowl produced a whimper from the back of Frank's throat as the transformed man regarded what he was expected to eat.
"What the fuck is this?" Frank barked.
Of course, Xander failed to hear him, but human Rex soon crouched near Frank and the bowl. He spoke in a low whisper, " Please, master, eat the food. It's the same food you give me every day."
Frank looked at the bowl again and felt revolted. "Well, as soon as we get things fixed, I'll be making some changes about that," Frank promised as he lowered his face over the bowl.
With reluctance, and with his own dog's ironic encouragement, he began to eat.
His human mind recoiled at the cold, gelatinous chunks, but the dog's taste buds reacted by making Frank react with ravenous hunger. In no time, he scarfed down the entire bowl of dog food.
Once he finished, Xander appeared with a leash...