The truck stopped suddenly, the door opened and closed, feet tramped around, and the cage door opened.
Chad growled as a hand reached in and grabbed his collar. A loud click revealed a lead had been attached to
his collar. Chad tried to stay in the cage, but he wasn't as big as he used to be. He had been 185 pounds,
and now weighed less than 70 lbs. He stumbled out of the cage, and looked up in surprise as he saw who was at
the other end of the leash.
It was Bobby, the towel boy at the school gym.
Bobby saw the expression on Chad's face, and laughed.
"Ha, ha, Chad, you didn't think the towel boy had it in him?" Bobby said.
Chad whined.
"Oh, don't worry, Chad, we're going to be best friends. After all you're mostly man's best friend, right
now."`
Bobby knelt down, and scratched Chad behind his ear while guiding Chad's nose into his crotch. Chad sniffed
Bobby's crotch. His animal brain encoded the scent of his master. Chad felt better as Bobby scratched his
head.
"Good boy, Chad. Sniff my scent, a good dog knows his master's scent. You are going to be a very good dog,
Chad."
Chad started to lick Bobby's hand and then face. He was already forgetting about Karen Sinclair and being a
football star. He wanted to be the best darn dog he could be for his Master Bobby's sake.