As you sniff the costumes, you hear the sound of the door opening followed by the jangle of a bell. You duck between some display cases and peek around the corner to see a man wheeling in his bicycle. The guy is wearing a helmet, and clad in one of those lycra skin suits.
"Hello, Max!" he shouts. He leans his bike against the display cabinet you're hiding behind, and adjusts his crotch.
You fight the urge to sniff his crotch, and force yourself to crouch on the floor. The guy bends over and examines the two open boxes. He chuckles, "Oh, yeah, I bet I know who these are for, but I need something else for Kyle. If Max isn't around, maybe I should just help myself?" He starts lifting boxes off the shelves, he checks inside, and then stacks them next to him. You sniff the air catching whiffs of what's inside. You're not exactly sure what sort of costume you'd want, but you know you don't want to spend the rest of your life as Jack's dog.
You shiver silently as you recall hearing Jack and Lawrence chatting. Jack apparently doesn't realize how acute your new canine hearing is, or perhaps he thinks since you're only making dog sounds that you can't really comprehend human speech anymore. The former is more likely as he steals glances over to you where you had been nibbling, and snickers thinking you cannot hear. He told Larry that he was going to have you fixed, as he planned to add a couple more guys to his kennel, and you weren't going to be the alpha. They had both laughed and slapped each other, that had helped you break the hypnotic hold. It helped you to remain still as the hot biker tossed box after box off the shelves.
Aha, this last box smells promising. You creep forward and...