If Jared had had his way, he would have spent the entire event ogling Shae, Renee, and all their friends. Surrounded by so many lovely girls, he felt like he had carved out a little slice of heaven for himself.
Eventually, being the center of attention, he lost his fear of the exploding fireworks peppering the skies of the neighborhood with their concussive blasts that hurt his canine ears.
Of course, it was the canine side of the equation that got him into trouble. The girls all thought he was so cute and adorable and, worrying about their own figures, none of them wanted to finish their hotdogs or burgers. They all broke off bites and treated the visiting dog to a slow feast as his doggie desires took over and he stuffed himself silly on ground beef and assorted animal byproducts. Jared scarfed down bites of greasy hamburger and morsels of hotdog and buns slathered with such condiments as chili, mustard, and onions, a recipe for a disaster for a dog used to plain kibble enhanced with the frequent bacon treat.
Shae fed him another tidbit, which he nibbled from her fingers. As he chewed the offering, her fingers dug behind his ears, transporting his senses into overload territory. When she finished up the delightful contact, he began to notice other sensations.
His stomach gurgled and he felt a queasy discomfort in his gut. He groaned slightly, to which Renee walked over. 'No more food for you, puppy. I think you have a tummy ache."
Jared felt his canine digestive tract launch itself into open rebellion, striking back at him for his extreme over-indulgence. He groaned again and curled himself into a tight ball on the grass, regretting his decision to scarf down so much of the people food.