"Look at him," Jack gushed, shoving his phone within inches of the cashier's face. "Isn't he just the cutest little bundle of ectoplasmic postcanine consciousness you've ever seen?"

Jack had been showing the pictures to just about anyone who would look. He'd finally figured out how to use the camera on his phone and had then proceeded to fill the memory with pictures of Cujo, half of which were blurry and he hadn't learned how to delete yet.

The poor cashier was a local high school senior who was just trying to save up for a car. He didn't want some enthusiastic customer shoving pictures of their pet in his face and spouting nonsense about whatever breed they were. He was, however, immediately concerned for the health of this particular pet. No dog was supposed to be green.

"Sir, you really shouldn't dye your pet's fur unnatural colors. It's not good for them."

"Oh that's not dye," Jack said excitedly, "that's his natural, well technically supernatural color."

"What?" The cashier looked confused.

"Yeah, all ghosts are green, well most of them anyway, some are blue, but most of the animal ones are green."

The cashier's eyes widened, "You're dog's a ghost?" This was why he hated living in Amity Park. College would be a godsend.

"Now, now," Jack went on. "No need to look concerned. He was dead when we found him."

The look of worry quickly turned to one of horror. The young cashier gaped at Jack, he didn't know how to handle this situation. None of his employee training had prepared him for this.

Jack meanwhile was distracted by more of the picture on his phone.

"No, that ones blurry. I really need to ask Jazz how to delete these. Then I can take more pictures of Cujo!"

"You're dog's name is Cujo!?" The cashier choked. He was now thoroughly convinced he was dealing with a crazy person.

"My son named him," Jack grinned. "Actually my son was the one who brought him home. We were going to say no, seeing as my wife and I normally hunt ghosts…"

Yep definitely crazy. Maybe he could quit and work somewhere else. He heard the theatre was hiring again.

"...but he convinced us that having a ghost dog as a pet would actually benefit our ghost hunting so we decided to give it a shot."

Jack smiled broadly again and shoved his phone back in the Cashier's face. The picture looked upside down.

"This is a great shot," Jack exclaimed. "The little guy had fallen asleep on the ceiling. He looked so cute up there I just had to get a picture. Of course, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to take that shot. I'm still figuring out how to zoon on this so I had to get the ladder from the shed and climb up there. I was afraid I'd wake him but he slept soundly the whole time."

Desperate to get out of this situation the cashier rang up the last item and punched a few buttons on the register.

"Your total comes to $14.74."

Jack juggled his phone while he pulled out his wallet. Still yammering on as he did.

"My wife's still not happy that we kept the dog. Which is odd because she's always been a dog person. I think she's just mad that he leaves muddy pawprints on the walls and ceiling. Danny's been good about cleaning them up though. Danny's my son, by the way, the one that brought the dog home."

"Here's your change, sir, thanks for shopping at Paul's Pet Place."

"That kid really loves that dog," Jack continued, taking his change and picking up the plastic bag but not giving any other indication he was going to leave. "I think all kids should have a dog or some kind of pet growing up. We never had one before since our jobs made it too dangerous to own one, but this one fits perfectly."

"Sir, there's a line." The cashier indicated the people waiting behind Jack, hoping that would get him to leave.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jack said bashfully. He then waved his phone at the other customers. "Did you guys want to see?"

Most of the customer shook their heads, but one in the back actually waved him over.

"I'd love to see pictures of your dog!"

Jack grinned broadly and, to the annoyance of everyone else, squeezed back through the line to show his phone to the other customer.

"Why is he green?" they asked. "Do you dye his fur?"

"No, no, that's not dye. You see he's a ghost…"

The cashier sighed heavily. This was going to be a very long day.