Jeff had heard of others who had become dogs but it was still rare and Victoria was the first one he had met in person. He was still angry at
Mark for bringing her home.
Jeff ran toward the park and when he got there, he saw a man riding a bike with a naked man running beside him on a leash. Jeff got excited
and ran over. The other man saw Jeff and also got excited. They tackled each other and began wrestling.
The man on the bike said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off boy. Control your enthusiasm before I whack you with the newspaper." He pulled the
two dogs apart by their leashes and they calmed down but started giggling.
The man from the bike asked, "And who are you and where's your owner?"
Jeff said, "My name's Jeff and Mark is at home."
The man from the bike said, "A runaway, hm. I should return you to your owner."
Jeff said, "I can run outside if I want to. The law grants dogs like me some autonomy."
The other dog who was having trouble controlling his enthusiasm blurted, "My name's Josh and this is my owner Pete. We were about to play
some fetch. You want to join us?"
Jeff said, "I'd love to join you. May I play fetch too?"
Pete said, "Alright."
As they played fetch, Josh asked questions about Jeff and it came out that Jeff wanted a new owner. Josh blurted, "Hey Pete, can Jeff come to
live with us and be your dog too?"
Pete said, "No way. I can barely afford the dog I have."
Josh yelped, "But I don't have any other dogs to play with."
Pete yelled, "Well you can play with Jeff when he's at the park. I'll ask his owner and we can arrange play dates for the two of you."
That satisfied both Jeff and Josh who began wrestling again.
Suddenly they were joined by a third wrestler. In their fun, they didn't care who this third person was. They were just enjoying the fun of
wrestling until they heard a loud command, "Callie, get over here. Don't be playing with strange dogs. They're both males."
Both Jeff and Josh suddenly perked up and watched as Callie ran back to her owners. She had auburn hair done up in a ponytail. She did not
have the kind of body that one would see in a porno magazine. Her breasts and hips were on the small side. But she had a wholesome and
country beauty about her. Her owners were an upper middle class family with a boy and two girls ranging in ages between eight and eleven.
Jeff and Josh disentangled themselves from each other and trotted up after Callie. Callie's owner shouted, "No, no stay back." Pete ran up to try
to catch their leashes. He succeeded but only after Josh was within two feet of the picnic table where Callie's owner was setting up for a picnic.
Pete said, "I'm sorry, sir . . ."
The man said, "Mr. Hansen."
Pete said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hansen. I'll keep my dog under control."
Mr. Hansen said, "You haven't gotten your dogs fixed yet. I'd suggest you get them neutered as soon as possible or you'll never get them
under control."
Jeff protested, "Hey, you can't just go around neutering us. We can control ourselves. Look, we don't even have erections because the TransDem
satellites inhibit our sexuality." (This was true because Jeff suggested to TransDem and TransDem agreed that they needed to inhibit sexuality,
at least between humans and dogs, or else the dogs would be facing constant sexual harassment.)
Mr. Hansen said, "Alright but Callie, you should have known better to wrestle with the guys."
Callie said, "Sorry, can we play fetch instead."
Mr. Hansen said, "Okay."
So the three dogs got to play fetch together and as long as they didn't wrestle, Mr. Hansen was okay.
It didn't take long for the subject of Jeff's ownership to come up again and Callie asked, "Can Jeff come and be your dog?"
Mr. Hansen said, "No, we don't want you breeding with him."
But Mrs. Hansen said, "But honey, don't you recognize that dog. He's been in all the newspapers. He's a champion at the dog shows. You have
thought about breeding and Jeff and Callie would produce top quality puppies."
Mr. Hansen said, "Alright, Jeff come over here. Get up on this table." It was a table near where the Hansen's were eating but it wasn't the same
table. Mr. Hansen looked Jeff over thoroughly. He even felt Jeff's balls. "Yes, he would make great breeding stock. What do you think Jeff?
Would you want to breed with Callie?"
Jeff said, "Only if we could still come to the park and play fetch with Josh together. Oh, and Jason likes to take me hunting."
Mr. Hansen said, "Alright, I'll have to arrange to buy you from your owner."