Samantha, Jen's dog was waiting expectantly for Jen to get out of her car, just as she normally does. Jen smiled and rubbed on Sammie for a few moments. As Jen got up to go inside she noticed Sammie, a golden retriever, heading straight for Ms. Abernathy's roses on the property line between the houses. Having had a few recent arguments with Ms. Abernathy and not really caring for whatever weird hybridized strain of roses it were that Ms. Abernathy found adorable, she absently patted Sammie on the head saying, "Good girl, good girl, Ms. Abernathy loves it when you dig up her flowers."
With that Jen headed inside, somewhat worried that she would have to somehow rush to her room to avoid being noticed with a fairly large horse sheath between her legs. Still unsure of the trigger she didn't realize that would be much of a problem as the sheath was slowly fading away into Samantha's spayed pussy, due to that small lie she had just told her. Samantha soon would have Shy Bob's stallion-hood to try out for her very own...