The young bloodhound underwent indignities at his father's hands that no child should have to experience. He had squirmed away several times before being jabbed by his father the vet with a syringe that made him go limp for the rest of the examination. Chad was immobile, but conscious. The veterinarian gave a thorough professional palpative inspection. His gloved hands explored every inch of Chad's canine body. He drew blood. Took stool and urine samples.He administered shots. Surgically implanted a chip. Then the ultimate indignity, he collected sperm samples by jerking off the helpless animal.
"Well, we'll send these off to the lab. Otherwise, your Chad appears to be a healthy, if a bit rambunctious dog. The sedation should wear off in an hour or two. My son, Brad is here, if you want to chat with him about training Chad while you wait. In fact, I'll have Brad load Chad into an animal crate while he recovers," said the vet. He opened a door and called out, "Brad, come in here!"
Brad appeared with obedient Max on his heels.
"Brad, this is Chad," he gestured to the recumbent dog, and, "his owner Karl. I was telling him about your training school. Could you put Chad in one of the recovery crates in the back room, and explain your services to Karl. I've got a waiting room full of patients to attend to yet." Then he exited.
Mention of Chad's name made Max's ears perk up. He smelled the one called Chad. He walked over to the exam table. He sniffed. His cold wet nose was buried in Chad's nether regions, then his crotch.
"Know ya boy. Make a fine bitch, Chad," barked Max.
Chad the dog was shocked that he understood the meaning of each bark.
"Max, no worries. Chad isn't sick or dead, he's just sleeping. Now let's get Chad caged. Then I'll explain about pack training."
Brad carried Chad into the next room. Max followed closely. Brad was a bit surprised when Max climbed into the animal crate with Chad, lying partly on top of Chad.
"Max happy to fuck you, bitch," whispered Max the dog into Chad's big floppy ear.
Chad shuddered. The medication was slowly wearing off.
Karl and Brad adjourned to the waiting room to discuss his six week training program.