As Max rounded the path out of the park, his nose caught the scent of other dogs--a lot of other dogs. The place looked familiar and he got hard thinking about some forgotten memory lurking just beyond recognition. He'd had some good sex in this place, he was sure but couldn't remember what or when. He increased his pace pulling Richie toward the kennels.
"Whoa, Je-Max, don't want to seem to eager! We're just on a stroll, and thought we'd say hi. Guess, maybe her bitch is in heat. Or at least one of the bitches inside are!" He laughed eying his former brother's red penis half emerged from his furry shealth.
"Oh, Richie, it's you and Max," said a dejected Joan.
"What's the matter, Joanie? You sound like your best friend died, or something?"
"She did. Mitzi is dead!" she sobbed into her hands.
Mitzi was her german shepherd.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Joanie," Richie said placing his hand on her shoulder, and Max moved in to nuzzle her hand. Richie was going to get lucky tonight, he thought.
Joan looked up and smiled at Richie. He was a nice kid, but she was more attracted to his dog than she was to him. She patted Max's head and grinned, as he nuzzled her. She looked at Richie and then at Max. She smiled, and invited them both in--they didn't notice the new chronivac attached to the computer at the kitchen desk, as Richie sat down at the dinette table and Max knelt at his feet.