Suddenly your nose starts twitching...and turning black . You follow it and find a huge bin of treats. But that's not what is drawing your attention. A small box on top is. You reach up and grab it. On the side is "Made specially for German Shepherds." You start drooling and carry it back to your kennel. You notice the sheepdog eyeing you. Laughing you shake your head. "Sorry boy, you are handsome, but I think something more brown and black is my color." You say, pointing to the picture of the german shepherd on the treat box. The sheepdog looks down sadly, and you go back to your teats, missing the large patch of pink skin showing on his side.
You take a treat out...and the scent overwhelms you. You start licking it slowly, savoring every taste. Then you start wolfing them down. "Just one more. Then I'll stop." Becoming your chant between every treat. Before you know it, you've eaten the entire box. Looking down you realize what you did, and you feel something furry tuck between your legs. "Oh no...I hope John isn't mad."