You'd only been scampering around in the dog suit for a few minutes,
when you hear the elevator and footsteps coming down the hall. Being a
dog is cool. You have super hearing, and super smelling. Though
seeing everything in monotone is a bit boring. Someone knocks at your
door. A light masculine scent seeps through the cracks in the door.
Scot recognizes your kid brother's scent. You bark at the door.
You are surprised to hear a key in your door. Ken does have a key, but
he's rarely used it.
"Hey, boy, did my bro forget to take you walkies again? He forgot his
bag of Christmas purchases at the house," said Ken stooping and
scratching your head and belly. You enjoy this attention. He sets the
bag on the counter, and picks the leash off the wall next to your to
do dry erase board.
"I've been trying to figure out what to get my big bro for Christmas,
and now I know. It's been over a week since he was supposed to take
you to the vet, but he can't afford the treatment. So I'll take you
over there and pay for it," he said after securing the leash to your
collar, "But first a walk in the park."