The human boy knew that Jack didn't like being trapped. Didn't like being restrained. But the boy did it anyway. But Jack was a good boy. And Jack's human was near. She wasn't telling the boy to stop, just looking at him and how good a boy he was, letting the human boy restrain him. Jack looked at his human, trust glinting in his hair-covered eyes.
Is this okay my human?, he seemed to ask.
“You're such a good boy.” She replied. “ I know you don't like that, but you're such a good boy.” She scratched his head. He really liked that. He supposed he could handle the boy's hug as long as his girl was scratching his head. The boy would let go soon enough. And then his girl would pet him and scratch him for being such a good boy. Sometimes you have to go through it a little to earn the good stuff.
He liked being a good boy. ‐--‐------------------------------------------------------------------This situation happened this morning, and so I was inspired to write it.
