Hey, Mayhem here. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has chosen to follow my story and even add it to there favorites. I especially want to thank the people who have left comments. I love reading your feedback. I've written several additional chapters already so I assure you there is still more to come and I hope you will continue to enjoy this little romp.

In the short time, Cujo had been part of the family the glowing green pup had managed to win over nearly every member. Jazz had begrudgingly forgiven him for decapitating Bearbert, but only after she had made sure it wouldn't happen again. Maddie was still convinced the spectral hound would try and eat them the moment they dropped their guard, but even she was starting to wonder if the nature of the ghost dog was actually more dog than ghost. Jack, to Danny's surprise, had quickly grown attached to the pup and was increasingly spoiling him.

"Jack!" Maddie fumed. "What do you think you're doing?"

Jack was sitting on the couch with Cujo on his lap, and a bag a dog treats in his hand.

"It's just one cookie, it's not like it'll spoil his dinner."

Cujo seemed to agree as he put a paw on Jack's stomach in an attempt to get closer to the treats.

"I mean, why is the dog on the couch?"

"Ah, common Maddie, he's not hurting anyone."

Cujo wagged his tail and yipped, still focused on the treats.

"I don't want him thinking he can jump on the furniture as he please, it's bad enough he leaves muddy pawprints all over the ceiling."

Maddie pointed upwards to the curving dotted lines above their heads. Some of the dots were bigger than others and a few trailed down the walls.

"You can give him treats, but on the floor."

Cujo wiggly his butt and gave a little hop in an attempt to reach the treats but they were still too far. He barked again, annoyed that the promised treat had yet to be given.

"He's not even on the couch, he's on my lap. Everything is perfectly fine."

Maddie drew a sharp breath but before she could continue Cujo went from the size of a basketball to the size of a rhino. He snatched the bag of treats and gulped the whole thing down happily.

Jack gave a wearing sideways glance at Maddie, who seemed to be in shock.

"S-see, everything perfectly fine." He tried to sound reassuring but it was hard when he had a couple of hundred pounds of ghost dog crushing his thigh.

Before either of them could speak next, a low creak came from the couch followed quickly by the sound of wood splitting. The couch seat dropped a full eight inches with Jack and Cujo still on it. The legs had snapped.

The look in Maddie's eyes as she fixed her gaze on her husband and dog caused both of them to shrink, in Cujo's case he returned to puppy size and tucked his ears and tail as far down as they would go.

When she spoke it was in a low and far too controlled tone. "Both of you, get off the couch now."

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Danny was surprised to find the living room couch sitting on the curb when he returned from school. Its legs had snapped and there seemed to be an odd indentation in the middle. He was further confused to find his father sitting on the living room floor instead of the chair to his right.

"Uh, hi, dad. What...what are you doing."

Jack looked up, his eyes were strangely dark. "Danny…" he began.

"Yeah, dad?"

"Under no circumstance, is the dog allowed on the furniture."

"Ok, but...why are you on the floor."

"I also, am no longer allowed on the furniture."