Chad felt great as his dog legs propelled him on all fours toward his home. He knew he was naked, but he was a dog - albeit a rubber dog, so it was okay. Chad bounded through the bushes, then leapt over Bruno's fence and passed his pool. His house was next-door, he bounded over the fence. He sprinted across his backyard as his dog Bounder barked. He should have stopped, but he had to keep going. Over the other, through Dirk's backyard. Then over another two fences and around the corner up the tree lined streets toward Rick's parents' mansion. He flew over the wrought iron gates and sprinted up the stone drive toward the main house. The door was closed, Chad continued around back to where Rick lounged in his Speedo on the sundeck.
Rick heard squeaky feet rushing toward him. He sat up, and said, "Ah, I knew that spell would bring my new gimp slave boy to me."
Rick turned his head and saw the big black rubber puppy bounding toward him. He burst into laughter, as Chad came up and rested his soft rubber paws on his shoulders and lapped his face.
"Good boy, Chad!" Rick's voice indicated pleasant surprise.