Buckle runs off.

I suppose no dog is content being held by the midsection to guard someone else's 'midsection' for very long. Buckle got antsy and squirmed his way out of my embrace. Nearly a dozen women off that party bus gasped once my junk was unveiled so close to them. Buckle zipped across the yard in a flash. After a moment of wolf whistling from my audience I covered my privates with my hands once again; my face turning a blinding red. I turned away from the ladies to chase after Buckle allowing them to watch my ass as I ran in the opposite direction. The women clapped in approval.

"Yowza! Look at that fine tooshie!"

"That was more exciting than having an professional stripper."

"Cute dog, cute face, cute butt, he's the whole package with a large package."

"A pity we didn't ride that on the way here."

"Hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave!"

My heart was still palpitating even after putting some distance between me and my onlookers. As humiliating as this was, I had to get Buckle back to the house. My brother would be livid if anything happened to his dog and so would I. Despite everything that dog puts me through I couldn't bare anything that might happen to him.

Buckle was still in my sights as he bounded across the neighbor's yard. He didn't get to far before he ran into someone and with me following close behind that someone certainly took notice of me.