House Sitting
Added 2023-04-12 15:46:24 +0000 UTCHouston was more than happy to oblidge when asked to house sit for a friend. The best part was he'd be able to help himself to anything in the house, even being able to spend nights sleeping there.
The first thing Houston notied when he arrived was that the house smelled like dog. He didn't know his friend owned any. He managed to find a dog bowl, but there didn't seem to be any other evidence or instructions left. He spent the first day relaxing on the couch until passing out to the smell that sat in the house.
When he woke the world seemed different, simpler. His clothes were completely saturated from the smell of the house, so he quickly discarded them thinking he'd take a shower. For some reason it slipped his mind immediately after, finding it much more comfortable to walk around the house naked, not noticing the light layer of fur he'd grown to replace his covering.
He felt a strange feeling, like he had to stay away from the furniture, deciding to spend the time sitting or laying on the floor instead. Time seemed to skip by faster, only brief moments of clarity from his empty mind. He felt himself growing more and more relaxed, lazier, content. He felt at home at this house, not really a care in his mind, his eyes glazing over in a constant dumb expression.
The owner came home to find a new obedient pup to greet him, sitting on the floor and happily gazing at his new master. In his dumb mind he couldn't be happier to have done a good job watching over the house, even more excited now that he had a playmate back.
