As soon as Brad and Thad entered the house Chad stopped eating, and raised his head up from the bowl. He had to figure out a way to communicate with Thad or Dad or Mom.
"Woof!" barked Max, and his muzzle came down on Chad's head forcing it into unfinished bowl of kibble.
"Hey!" barked Chad, well, that's what he meant to say, but he actually said, "Hrumph!" as his mouth had kibble in it when he barked.
Bounder snorted, do dogs laugh? Chad wasn't sure. Bounder finished his bowl, and then trotted around to sniff the new dog, while Max hovered standing watch over Chad until he ate his last bit of kibble. Chad yipped and raised his head as he felt Bounder's wet nose in his butt, then between his legs against his balls.
Bounder barked a series of short barks, and Max seemed to answer him. Chad realized they were communicating. They understood each others barks, but Chad didn't and they didn't seem to understand him. Dogs must have their own languages. Fuck the dog that Carl used for Chad's template must've been from somewhere else where dogs spoke a different idiom? Wait a French Poodle? Some French words were similar to English, maybe if he listened carefully, he could discern what Bounder and Max were talking about. He stopped eating and listened. Max noticed.
"Woof!" Max's heavy jaw slammed Chad's muzzle into his bowl. Did that mean "eat" or "Chad" or just woof?
Chad chewed his kibble as softly as he could. Max shifted back from his hovering sentry position, as Bounder sniffed and yipped. Max gave a series of short barks and shoved his wet muzzle into Chad's balls. Chad closed his hind legs together to keep Max away. Max shoved Chad's hind legs apart with his own powerful legs. The forced stance spread Chad's butt cheeks exposing his rosebud. Chad whimpered. Max licked Chad's hole under his tail. Chad vigorously wagged his tail to shoo Max away.
"Oooh, looks like Chad likes Max's attentions," said Thad.
"Max?" Brad asked with a raised eyebrow.
Max sort of shrugged, and sauntered over to his bowl, and finished his last two bites of kibble.
"Good ol' Max, you wanna mount this Chad, as much as you do my bro Chad, don't you? Brad, I never figured it out why is Max always humping Chad?"
"This dog? Well, I-"
"No, I mean our brother Chad?"
"Oh, guess he smells like a bitch in heat or something?" said Brad with a wicked smile. He had trained Max to mount the dogs at his obedience school with old sweaty socks, jockstraps and underwear that had belonged to Chad. So Chad naturally smelled like the clothing used to sexually trigger Max. He had been tempted to let Max mount Chad while he was human, but now that Chad was a poodle, Max would have him regardless of what Karl decided about Chad's fate. Brad had promised Max that, and Max was definitely letting Chad know what was coming,
Brad's phone pinged. Another message from Karl. He was tempted to let it wait, but Karl might change Chad back remotely, and that would be extremely awkward if it happened now.
"Thad, you get started cleaning up Chad, I got to return an important call."
"Sure, Brad."