“Whoa!” Marc exclaimed as he and Sagebear trotted throughout town. “Look at all this! I wouldn’t mind having a house here if I ever manage to hit it big.”
Sagebear just continued on, pulling him along with relative ease. It were almost as if she were drawn by a powerful force.
Marc didn’t really mind her doing so. All he had to say about it was just how strong she was. Several times, Sagebear nearly yanked him to the ground.
Eventually, she stopped and made her true intention clear: Apparently, the town had rain some time ago, given all the mud that was on the ground.
“Aw pup,” Marc told Sagebear when she began rolling in it, “we walked through all this sweet architecture, and you just wanted to get dirty?”
When she had rolled in it a bit more, Sagebear then abruptly stood back up, and let out a strong, stern bark.
“What? What is it?” To answer his question, Sagebear then took off at an impeccable speed. The force of her doing so caused Marc to be thrown onto the ground, and through a very large mud puddle.
The entire time he was being dragged, Marc was screaming as Sagebear kept running.
The rest of the family now gawked at what was to be their home for a while. Sinbad wasn’t too impressed with it, it seemed:
“Kind of small, don’t you think?”
Dennis just waved his question off. “Beggars can’t be choosers. And it isn’t like we’ll be staying here permanently. Now let’s just see what the inside looks like.”
Said interior looked gorgeous, an absolute feast for the eyes. Everyone was awed at just how much effort there was put into it.
Harwood crossed his arms, and grinned. “Could be worse, I suppose.” As he turned to say something to Sinbad, though, he was confused to see he wasn’t in the same place.
Instead, Sinbad was busy carrying an empty laundry hamper over. Before anyone could ask what he was going to use it for, he set it in front of Harwood to cover his privates.
Not having anything to say to that, Blaise just grasped Dennis’ wrist and led him upstairs.
“Come on, Denny!” She told him, “Let’s go find where we’re going to sleep!”
When they were upstairs, Harwood just put his hands on his hips. “Me going around naked can’t be that bad. Would you rather we stay in the hotel room where Marc was conceived?”
As soon as he was done talking, a very dirty Sagebear came walking in the door. Behind her was an equally filthy Marc, being dragged.
“Well, what do you know,” Harwood said with a laugh as he went to help Marc up. “I hope your little excursion didn’t cause too much damage.”
“You all right, bro?” Sinbad asked him when Shark picked up Sagebear.
Marc looked dazed and disoriented, along with his entire front side being covered with mud. “Do I still have any skin left on my face?”
Later that night after dinner, and after Marc and Sagebear were cleaned up, everyone was in their designated sleeping quarters.
Because there weren’t any more beds upstairs for them to use, Shark and Sinbad were left to use the hide-a-bed downstairs, with Sagebear laying on the end of it.
Neither of them could really sleep, instead just lying awake in the dark. Not even the calming sound of Marc’s breathing machine from upstairs could help.
“Hey, Sinbad?” Shark whispered to this fiance, who was facing away from him. Sinbad grunted to indicate he was listening. “Tomorrow, can we go see the art gallery here in town?”
“Sure, why not?” Sinbad then turned over and pointed toward the stairs. “Chances are Marc and the old man are gonna want to go there anyway. Dunno if your parents are gonna go with us.”
He then moved a bit closer to Shark. He addressed the obvious problem at hand. “Changing the topic, since we can’t get to sleep, do you want to…?” He then gave a little kiss. “Wanna fool around a little?”
This sounded good enough to Shark. He himself nodded and inched a bit closer to Sinbad, before accidentally poking Sagebear with his foot. When she woke up as a result, Sinbad noticed her.
“Yeah, I’d leave the room if I were you, dog,” he told her as he began crawling on top of Shark, “I’m about to do some really naughty things to your Daddy Shark.”
Not needing any more warning, Sagebear jumped off the hide-a-bed. By the time both men had begun kissing, she had already waddled upstairs into Marc and Harwood’s room.
Jumping up onto Harwood’s bed, Sagebear curled up next to him. In response, she felt him lay an arm over her, and pull her closer.
“Soft doggy,” he could be heard murmuring in his sleep. Content with where she was in spite of Harwood’s persistent nakedness, Sagebear’s tail then began wagging.
A little while later, she was fast asleep on top of the blanket, dreaming of steaks and endless belly rubs.
Not even Shark’s increasingly loud moaning from downstairs could awaken her, or the rest of the family, for the rest of the night.