Chad landed in the dark room where his father had tossed him, and then closed the door. The garage room had a musty smell. But then it was windowless. For years, Chad had wanted to see inside his father's inner sanctum. Now that he was inside, he couldn't see anything.
"Hey, Bounder, looking for Chad?" Thad asked, "haven't seem him this morning. Sure you'll find him, boy. I'm due at the golf course, 7:30 tee time."
Chad faintly squeaked, "Boun-duh."
Bounder's ears perked up. He heard the squeak. Thad hopped into his car and drove off. He didn't see Bounder go through the dog door into his "playroom."
There was a flash of light, then Chad felt Bounder's cold wet snout plunge into his nether regions. Bounder made excited and confused barks and yips, as his nose and tongue explored the rubber inflatable version of its master.
Chad squeaked faintly for Bounder to help him. Bounder seemed to be thinking. Then it made up its mind. To Chad's horror, Bounder apparently had decided that this rubber inflatable thing wasn't his Master, it was a chew toy.
Bounder chomped on Chad's dildo, and carried it to the doggy door.