BtF - Chewtoy

Content Warning: Cub (11-M), zoo (dog F)

 

 

Before the Fall

“Chewtoy”
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]#

 

 

It was the first week of summer break, and as Billy descended the stairs of his comfortable suburban home, he had some intuition that this summer was going to be different from the ones before.  He felt different; he'd grown a few inches since last year and was keeping up with most of his classmates, he'd also grown a bit of a belly over the last winter and it didn't seem to be going anywhere.  It wasn't purely a puberty thing, either - he was aware of those changes as well, but something felt more fundamentally different about this summer compared to the ones before.  Wearing only his red-rimmed, white briefs, the young red fox rubbed his eyes and brushed a shock of dirty-blonde hair back and out of his eyes as he walked into the kitchen and went for the fridge.

His father picked quietly at a boiled egg with toast while sitting at the table, eyes fixed on the weather forecast between sips of coffee.  Billy's dog, Sarah, sat, begging patiently at his side.  Dad was mostly dressed for work, his dress shirt still unbuttoned and his jacket hung over the pantry door ready to be grabbed on the way out, just like every morning.  The old TV atop the disused breakfast counter, complete with its rabbit-ear antennas, blabbed on the morning weather update.

“We're looking at yet another unseasonable scorcher today, everyone, with highs in the upper 90's across the metropolitan area and still, no sign of a break on the horizon,” the weatherman warned, “As we've been saying, you'll want to make sure to stay inside, or stay in the shade, drink plenty of water and give yourself plenty of time for breaks if you're working--” the newscast was turned down by Billy's mom, cutting the weatherman off mid-sentence.

“Look who's finally up!  Just in time to wish his loving and selfless parents a good day before they travel off to the mines to slave away for their princely son's leisure,” his mother said, drenched in good-natured sarcasm.  She was, as she always was, fully put together - she'd never be caught otherwise - in her pantsuit and feathered blonde hair perfectly done.  Billy noticed she was wearing dangly turquoise earrings today, as his mother put a bowl and spoon in Billy's spot at the table.  She always matched her earrings with her shoes on Mondays.

“Morning, Mom, morning, Dad,” Billy said, pulling a jug of milk from the top shelf and slumping into his chair with a box of cereal shilled by a cartoon dragon.

“Big plans for your day, honey?” she joked, before her maternal tone returned effortlessly.  “Hopefully nothing that will make us regret deciding to let you stay home alone during the week...  What are the rules?" she asked with the leading tone she always uses at moments like these.

“Mom,” Billy complained, "All the other kids in my class have been staying home alone for like two years already.  I'll be fine.  No swimming, and nobody over,” he recited with a sigh, speaking more loudly to be heard over the sound of the bowl ringing as sugary fruit cereal poured into it, “And don't forget to let Sarah out at lunchtime.”  As he said that last bit, he looked down at the golden lab who had relocated to his side once she'd realized Dad had finished his egg.  Sarah wagged her tail slowly with a hopeful expression on her face.

Dad chimed in, “And…?” while peering over the top of his spectacles in that uniquely Dad way.

Billy unscrewed the milk jug's cap.  “I can play games on the computer but no internet in case someone needs to call, and… I can't leave because I don't have a key and you don't want the house left unlocked,” he said, tucking his tail under his chair and sitting for a moment, looking dejected before pouring the milk into the bowl and digging in.

Dad rumbled a low, “That's right," as he finished his coffee and stood, buttoning his work shirt. “Ah, I've got to go. Love you both," he kissed his wife, before depositing his dishes in the sink and tucking his shirt in. “I'll try to get by the hardware store and get you a key made tonight, Billy," he said as he was pulling his suit jacket on.

“Please, dad. It's like being stuck in jail, having to stay inside during summer break,” Billy begged between big bites of cereal.  “I might as well be in summer school,” he complained, almost immediately regretting that last sentence despite its delivery with what he thought was a joking tone.

“Now there is a great idea.  Honey, call the school and see if they're still taking names for summer classes. I think they start next week,” she chided as she poured him a glass of juice.  She urged him to drink it with a little wave of her hand and a simple, “Vitamins, son.  And it's not your call, he'll get it when he gets it," she said as she smirked across at Dad, who laughed.

“Be good, I'll see you tonight.  Please don't burn the house down," Dad joked, and he was out the door.

“I've got to run too, honey,” Mom said, leaning to kiss her son in his messy dirty-blonde hair. “Try to at least take a shower and put some clothes on today, yeah?” she teased him before fleeing out the door, returning ten seconds later to grab her purse, and then close the door with a resounding thump.  Billy heard his mom's car start, back out of the driveway and drive down the street, and then he counted to ten once, then twice.  It was official!  He was home alone.  Billy smiled a little, his gaze wandering down to the dopey-yet-endearing face of Sarah staring up at him with marked desperation, still patient and hopeful for a bit of cereal.  Billy relented, and fed her a piece for every spoonful for himself.

“Well, what now, Sarah?” Billy asked as he looked down at his pet, never expecting a response.  He'd had her for two years, already, since she was a little puppy, and she hadn't uttered a word, yet - which was perfectly normal of course, and it would've been far more concerning if she had started talking at some point.  She was his first ‘big kid’ pet that wasn't just a fish or a hamster that was fated to an untimely demise via the routes such pets commonly meet them, when subject to the ownership of a younger boy.  The golden lab was nearly as big as he was, though in the last year Billy had grown heavier than her and, finally, begun to reliably win their wrestling matches.  The dog's head tipped inquisitively as Billy addressed her, and her long tail started to wag slowly side to side.  “…Yeah, cartoons,” he said after a minute, and got up to change the channel and turn up the volume on the TV.

Before he knew it, Billy had finished what few weekday-morning cartoons there were as well as another bowl of cereal with Sarah's help, and as the exceedingly boring morning talk shows began to take over the waves, he sat there scratching behind Sarah's ears.  Well into a discussion on houseplant care, Billy was finally persuaded to dislodge Sarah's chin from his thigh and get up to turn off the television and clean up from breakfast; then head to his bedroom where he located and pulled on a pair of mesh shorts from the floor, tying them at the waist.  The fox stretched, grunting quietly as he looked around his room while he contemplated what to do with the day ahead.

The room wasn't particularly special.  Twelve by fourteen feet which was big compared to most of his friends, though he didn't think it was very big at all.  The walls had been covered with black construction paper atop which a steadily growing layer of posters had been affixed.  There was a band poster or two, an edgy print of some old-timey cartoon characters, several exotic cars and even a felt black-light poster.  The floor was littered with some laundry though his parents never let him let it go too far out of hand, and an unfinished building-block model project he'd gotten on his birthday a few weeks ago was laid strewn in carefully organized piles across the table that was up against his wall beside the old transistor radio his dad gave him and a small cassette tape collection.  Billy looked down at Sarah, “No trying to eat the pieces,” he said, still not expecting a response, and eased himself into his chair to settle in for a little work.

Almost an hour passed as Sarah spent the time at Billy's feet stretched out and relaxing, as the fox boy worked through the block set while he sifted his feet around in the fur over her side.  He had made some good progress before Sarah wriggled restlessly and got up; only to pace the house for a bit.  Billy could hear her get a drink of water in the kitchen downstairs, then go out to the living room and patrol down into the basement as well before she came back upstairs.  Sarah gave a quiet bark as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom.  Billy ignored her to focus on his project, and after a moment Sarah pushed up to his side and nuzzled at his forearm, then his elbow and side, before she shoved her nose straight into his armpit with a deep, rapid, inquisitive snuffling that snapped Billy out of it with a peal of laughter.

“Gah! Sarah, quit it you 'noid!” he laughed as he dropped the plastic bricks he was holding.  “What the heck was that about?!” he shouted, scrubbing the back of his hand in his underarm to make the ticklish feeling fade faster.  Sarah gave a canine huff at him and abruptly play-bowed, wagging her tail slowly from side to side.  Billy knew this gesture well, “Oh. You wanna'…” he hesitated, causing Sarah to make a tense face by licking her jowls and accidentally folding a lip in a funny way that bared a couple teeth, “…Play?!”

The explosion of excitement from Sarah was palpable.  The dog's immediate butt-tucked triple-360 on the bedroom rug before she bolted out of the room gave Billy a positive sense of power with how much excitement he could spark with such a simple statement; she loved playing and, really, he did as well.  His parents tolerated their roughhousing since it was the best exercise Billy got in any given day.  A distant squeak-squeak-squeak announced the location of Sarah as she successfully found her favorite toy, which was some indecipherable, brightly-colored shape made of tough rubber that likely made more sense to Sarah than they did Billy.  Soon that torrent of claws on carpet came galloping down the hallway before Sarah burst back into the room with an excited few hops and bounces, toy held between her jaws as her tail knocked between Billy's bed and dresser.

Billy grabbed the end of that chewtoy, making it squeak a few more times as he tugged on it, eliciting a growl from Sarah as she tugged back.  The two played tug of war for a few minutes, before Billy managed to get the toy from her - and held it high above his head. “Uh-oh, Sarah! What're you gonna do now?” he laughed, hoisting the toy up and squeaking it, as Sarah pranced around him and eventually started jumping up.  She only needed to catch him once to topple him over onto the carpet, and as they both went down in a heap Sarah mouthed and jawed at the young fox's forearms and hands, until she reclaimed her toy. Billy, of course, wasn't giving up that easy; wrestling and wrapping his legs around Sarah's belly and getting his hands in against her chest and trying to capture her from getting away.  Sarah growled and vocalized and tossed her toy around, before dropping it and starting to retaliate against her capture by planting wet, broad-tongued licks across Billy's face, making the fox laugh even harder.

“Gah, Sarah!” He shouted, sprawled flat on the rug in his bedroom after letting her go and pushing at her to get her away.  She didn't relent, however; and kept lapping and wagging her tail in fast, broad sweeps as she wrestled for position over the fox.  In desperation, he pushed up against her chest under her forelegs and tried to leverage her off of him with his knees in her belly, feet tucked in between her legs.  In that moment, something very strange happened; It wasn't strange because he was unfamiliar with it, Sarah had done this before plenty of times.  But it was strange in that it called his attention in a different way than before…  Sarah grappled, still playing, but simultaneously humping at his legs in deep grinds that shoved her pelvis up against his shins again and again.

Billy always did have this strange pang of interest whenever she did this before, but it'd always happened in front of his friends or parents, and he'd felt compelled to feign surprise and disgust and shove her away, even though it made him feel bad for Sarah.  He knew full well what she was doing and why; he did his own version of the same thing almost daily.  And here, in this moment, realizing he was wholly unencumbered by such odd social pressures…he decided to let her keep going, giggling a bit and fending her away from licking his face too much as he scratched and ruffled his fingers around in her neck-scruff and fur.

“Does that feel good, girl?” he asked in a conspiring whisper, shifting so the back of his foot rubbed up against the golden lab's spade, feeling her humping more desperately at the direct contact.  Sarah - as always - didn't answer this with more than an enthusiastic panting and dopey canine grin, still humping hungrily against her best friend's ankle and foot.  He loved her so much, and seeing her happy and knowing she's feeling good just made him shiver with delight as he started to formulate an idea.  “C'mere, you,” he said, suddenly pushing his foot down and away, leaving her humping air for a few moments and trying to grapple him again, forcing the fox to wrestle his way out from under her and kneel on the floor.  He picked up her slobber-slick chewtoy and patted the spot in front of him.  “C'mon, Sarah. Belly-rubs!” he promised, among other unspoken things.

Sarah took a moment to calm down enough to get her to lay down, but eventually she relented under the chubby fox's guidance and slumped and rolled, still wagging her tail happily as she bared her belly to invite the belly-rubs, which Billy was eager to deliver mercilessly, scrubbing his blunted claws through her tummy-fur and rubbing from her sternum down to the thinner fur on her pelvis.  This act had been done enough previously that Billy knew all her sweet spots- avoiding the places that made her kick, in lieu of all the places that made her sprawl and pant, soaking up the good feelings…though his eyes were drawn to her puffy canine spade, which looked slippery and wet.  Billy had seen enough to know what he was looking at - generally, at least - thanks to the dirty magazine his ‘cool’ uncle had slipped him on his 11th birthday.  But Sarah's was different from a lot of the biped girls in that magazine.  Hers was puffier and with a more pronounced ‘Y’ shape, and had dusky, dark skin compared to the pinkish flesh-tones of the girls in the magazine.  The fur on her pelvis was thinner and wiry, rather than thicker and more plush like it was on those biped girls he'd seen.

He didn't know why his hands were shaking, but as Billy's hand, still holding the drool-slick toy, slipped lower and gave an experimenting nudge of that toy to Sarah's puffy, dark flesh, Sarah's wagging tail stilled and tucked to a side, her panting quieting briefly before resuming again.  Billy's fingers pressed the toy gently against her for a moment, then abandoned all pretense.  He dropped the toy and used his fingers, gently tracing his soft finger-pads over her puffy spade, giving it a testing grope and then a nudge of his finger, the boy's other hand stilling on Sarah's belly to steady her as he carefully explored, groping a bit more boldly as she made no move to stop him.  His fingers worked and toyed at her a bit more briskly, causing Sarah to flex her tummy and push up against his digits, before the young fox's finger pad probed that Y and nestled in, feeling her slick, soft, and intensely warm vestibule yielding as his digit slipped up to the first knuckle.  He hesitated just a beat before he felt around blindly within her, seeing how her spade parted around around his digit up close, and the peeks of pinkish-red flesh just within her opening.  He probed further, feeling the inner walls and finding a little nub, firm, under his finger pad, that made Sarah jump and grab at him in her forepaws, humping desperately in against his hand - at least until Billy's claw caught against something within her and she yelped loudly, causing Billy to abruptly withdraw his fingers in surprise.

“Shit! Sorry, Sarah!” he said, immediately worried as his dog scrambled to lean down and lick at herself, still humping - though now against her own face, for a few moments.  Billy looked closely at Sarah's spade for any signs of trouble as he rubbed her ears apologetically, “Awh, I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, before getting a few eager licks on the mouth from Sarah as she hurriedly got up and started running frantically around the house in an excited frenzy, doing 360-degree spins on his rug between bolts up and down the hallway.  Billy laughed, partly at the spectacle and partly out of relief that she seemed okay, and he reassured her, “Alright…no more finger-claws…” he said.  His shorts felt tight.  So did his underwear, and after a moment's evaluation, his sheath, too.  The chubby young fox huffed quietly to himself and untied the shorts, pushing them down with his briefs and letting that bright-red, stiff young fox dick stand up, already sticking out an inch from its sheath, his knot half-swollen despite still being hidden in his fuzzy holster.  He didn't know it, really, but his balls were large for his age, hanging low with the warmth in his upstairs bedroom.

The young fox scratched at some itchy spots before he climbed up on his bed and patted the mattress, “C'mere Sarah!” he called, his heart pounding in his chest already at the thought running through his mind.  As Sarah rushed back in she buried her nose in his briefs on the floor to lap at the quarter-sized wet spot in the front of them, while her tail whipped side to side eagerly.  Billy patted the bed again, “C'mon girl, up!” he said, and she complied after a few moments, turning to sniff at his crotch, a moment later starting to lap at that stiff red flesh sticking up from his sheath.

Billy was not expecting this, but was easily won over on the idea as her tongue washed in broad, slobbery swipes over the tip of his young erection, the novel sensation making him huff and lean back, making room for her and scratching behind her ears. “Good girl,” he crooned, panting softly himself as she licked, barely more than accounting for a tease though Billy was eager for every touch.  He had masturbated plenty before, but anything other than a touch from himself felt so different.  A certain unique excitement grew in the pit of his stomach in the moment, as the jolts of pleasure from the new sensation of Sarah's tongue swiping over him tickled and tingled through his shaft and brought up dribbles and drips of precum to reward her.  He was wracked by another little shudder of uncontained excitement, a thrill deep inside him; something primal and screaming out from instinct.  Despite enjoying the sensations greatly, Billy was slowly growing interested in trying something else only his friends had talked about…and even that, they only talked about doing with other bipeds…

“Sarah, h-hey,” he managed to croak up after a few minutes of her eager and insistent lapping at him, which she didn't seem keen on stopping anytime soon.  “Hfff, fuck, cut it out, hang on,” he had to push her muzzle away and take a moment to recover his composure before he patted the bed.  “L-lay down, girl,” he said, trembling from head to toe again, unable to suppress it.  He wondered what was happening with him, why was he shaking so much?  His heart was thumping with nervous excitement, his erection straining as she laid down and he urged her to roll over. Sarah's tail was still wagging, her big brown eyes staring up at her master adoringly, as he smiled down at her.  “There's a good girl, l-let's try this,” he said, as he moved around behind her and shuffled close, his knees on either side of her haunches. She went still, her tail still beating side to side between his feet and dusting the underside of his balls as Billy stared down at his dribbling erection stuck up just over her spade.  He heaved a deep sigh, and eventually settled his nerves enough to use a thumb to push his sheath back in order to angle his boyhood lower.

The first touch was timid, just as with his fingers, as if she might lash out at the first trembling contact.  When she didn't, he nestled himself against her more snugly, pausing as another aroused shudder coursed through him from his belly to his ears, before he probed the pointed tip of his modest young fox-cock into that Y.  Sarah arched and squirmed, causing him to slip out, but stilled again once Billy rubbed her belly reassuringly, and he re-positioned to nestle himself back to that mark, and, this time, push just inside.

Oh my god, she's so hot inside, Billy thought as the first half-inch of his young member sunk into his canine friend.  He pushed further and sunk across that nub he had found earlier, gliding a little further into her vestibule on a cushion of his own slick precum, his cock harder than he'd ever felt it get before.  It was so hard that it almost hurt, he thought, and the only way to get that ache to go away was to push it deeper, shuddering bodily again as an inch disappeared into Sarah's spade.  He winced, not because it hurt, but because it was such a new and intense sensation as he dug through that spongy, puffy vestibule and nudged against what seemed, at first, like the furthest extent of her depth, only an inch and a half inside. He stirred his boyhood in there as he explored, trembling still as the young fox groaned, “Mmnh, good girl Sarah,” he panted, the scent of horny fox and dog getting stronger by the moment in his room.

The pointed tip of Billy's cock glanced off the nub just inside her spade just right on one of those stirring sweeps, which caused Sarah's hips to tense and hunch upward abruptly and, much to Billy's surprise, he sunk further in; dunking into a much tighter, much hotter and more textured space, and oh gosh she was squeezing him!  His eyes went wide as Sarah started to hump eagerly against him and, beyond his conscious control, his hips churned forward to meet her halfway.  A shuddering thrust forward and he'd sunk himself in deeply, pressing his chubby belly to her pelvis as his arms slunk down to hang onto Sarah for dear life as she started to rapidly hump in against him and he arched into it.  Despite his weak knees and trembling everywhere, he eventually found the composure to take over as Sarah's humping slowed, the panting dog lapping at his face as he held her and begin to thrust his hips, starting to fuck her in brisk, eager little strokes once he acquainted himself with the requisite muscle groups to achieve the motion..

Each pump brought Billy's knot to her spade, Sarah's milking depths practically sucking the shooting streams of watery precum from him at this point, but Billy's instinct was to push deeper, grind further into that velveteen heat as it pulsed and milked him until he found what some deep urge inside him wanted.  He felt a slick slip against - around - his knot as it sunk straight into her vestibule, stuck for just a brief moment before slipping out on the next stroke, enough to make Billy gasp and shove forward again.  His body was working purely on instinct at this point, burying his face in his beloved dog's scruff as he rutted her, his knot popping in and out three more times before it got stuck.

Stuck?… He could feel it as his knot throbbed and swelled up tighter.  He pulled back, which resulted in an affirming tug of her taut vestibule at the base of his knot before an instant rush of pleasure flooded up from his balls.  His knot throbbed and tightened further inside of Sarah's body, his dick flexing inside her as his tension welled right up to the brim…  Gonnacum-gonnacum-gonna-cum, raced through the young fox's mind as his hips jerked on auto-pilot, completely beyond his conscious control as he drove himself forward.  Repeatedly, he bucked forward and yanked back, torn between the depths of his canine lover and the tight tugging on his knot, until something in him seized control, and Billy smashed his balls against Sarah's body tightly as his tail flicked madly behind him. 

Stuck! was the last thought in his head before that rush of pleasure exploded, coursing up from deep within his body.  The young fox relished the rushing sensation of his seed tearing up the length of his young dick and pouring out into his canine lover.  His hips jerked against Sarah's rump again as the chubby young fox's balls tugged, dick starting to surge up slick, slimy squirts of pent-up cum to Sarah's pussy; all while Sarah panted and milked his dick with her tight.  Both were utterly lost in the sheer bliss of that moment as the young fox climaxed within his beloved pet, tied tight and bare-back just as nature intended for him to do.

“Oh fuck, ohfuckohfuck, ohffffuuuhhh..!!” Billy cried out as his hips jerked and shuddered with each powerful pulse of his arousal inside his dog, his thighs quivering against Sarah's haunches.  Sarah's humid breath panted in his ear as she soaked up the love and attention for those long few moments, even as Billy's body slowly, steadily relaxed and he bore more weight atop her, cuddling in against the golden lab and panting hard to catch his breath. “Unh, hhuhhh- good, unh…good girl, Sarah,” the boy shuddered, still wracked by throbbing and tense squeezes deep between his legs as his body kept welling up wet spurts of runnier fluid into his lover, on occasion a flexing squeeze within his lover's body eliciting a sharp shudder of his hips in response.  His own tail was flagging a bit, though the fox wagged it happily as well as he nestled in and rubbed his face in Sarah's fur, trembling still though more out of exertion than anything, at this point.  His ears were ringing, and his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.  All he could smell was his own scent and Sarah's, as the room grew quiet again, save for their shared panting and the click of the thermostat in the hallway, as the air conditioning came on.  His knot kept pulsing, throbbing.  He could feel himself squeezing, over and over, somewhere deep inside while his body kept trying to plant its seed within Sarah's body, and every time it did it brought with it another toe-curling roll of pleasure through his loins.

He laid there with her, tied hopelessly tight, for fifteen minutes while he caught his breath and shuddered from time to time as she wriggled beneath him and squirmed, forcing him to soothingly pet her ears or sides to calm her down and help her relax.  Through some divine mercy, his knot loosened enough eventually that he felt he could draw back after and, with a tense little whine from both parties, it popped free, followed by a spattering of slimy, pearly fluid on his favorite bedsheets, and Billy was no longer held hostage by his union with his dog. 

“Ugh, whoa..” he giggled as Sarah abruptly turned to lick at herself, before eagerly lapping at Billy's knot and soft pubic fur, balls and, eventually, the wet spot in the sheets as well, wagging her tail madly the whole while. “Heh, I never made that much before, good girl,” Billy says, grinning as he ruffled Sarah's ears and scruff, praising her thoroughly for a few minutes as he waited for his knot to shrink enough that he could pull his sheath back up and stand, stretching his arms over his head and brushing through his sweaty fur with his hands to fix where it’d been ruffled up.  Sarah finished lapping at herself, and eventually hopped off the bed, trotting down the stairs and drinking, noisily, and at length, from her bowl.  Billy realized how thirsty he was, and followed her lead, thumping downstairs to fetch a can of radioactive-green soda from the refrigerator.

The phone rang.  Billy panicked for the barest moment, before realizing it was lunchtime, and he picked up the kitchen phone.

“Hey, Dad." Billy said, recognizing the Caller ID.  “Don't worry, I'm literally letting Sarah out right now,” he said, making sure he could hear the sliding patio door through the phone.  Sarah was waiting, anyway, and ran outside to patrol the yard and do her business.

His dad laughed, on the other end of the line, “Not why I called, but good to know you're taking yer role as man of the house seriously.  Can you take some steaks out of the freezer for dinner and put them in the sink to thaw?  Another night of your mom's salads and I think I might end it all," he joked.

“She'll be mad,” Billy said, though he was happy to conspire with his dad, and did as he was asked.  They exchanged some more idle chit-chat, before hanging up, and Billy made a bologna, cheese and ketchup sandwich, and let Sarah back in when he saw her sat outside the patio door, and wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of himself.  He headed upstairs, showered, then spent the rest of the day finishing his model kit while listening to the local alt-rock station on his radio, at least until cartoons started back up on TV.  He and Sarah were inseparable for the rest of the day, not that this was out of the norm.

That evening, as the family sat down at dinner Billy dug into his steak with gusto, as did Dad, and Mom guilted them both about neglecting their salads.  They made idle chit-chat about their days as they ate, and Sarah begged.  Dad dropped his fork and knife, abruptly, midway through the meal.

“Shit.  Shoot.  Billy, I'm so sorry.  I forgot to run by the hardware store to get your key made on my way home.  My bad,” he said, looking genuinely apologetic, which Billy clued in on.  His mom seemed indifferent to the news.

“Oh, it's okay, dad.  I actually had a lot of fun," he said, his tail wagging slowly as he snuck a piece of fat to Sarah at his side, “Another day won't be so bad.”

He was sure, now.  This summer was definitely going to be different from the ones that came before.