Sam only wakes up at about 2pm in the afternoon since he is up till 4am managing the bar.

Sam woke up feeling very stuffy and having some difficulty breathing as there was some foul odor. He opens his eyes to see his three dogs lying on top of him. One of his dogs, Max, had positioned himself on top of Sam's chest breathing heavily as he stares at his face. The moment Sam opens his eyes, Max began to lick his face viciously.

"GAAAH!!! NO! STOP! AARGH!!!" Sam cried, alerting the other two dogs, Bozo and Lucky, to their master's awakening in which they joined Max in his wake up call.

It took a whole minute before Sam could overpower them and tossed them off of him so he can wash the slime off his face and take a shower. After taking a shower and having breakfast. He leashes his three dogs and goes to the bar as he walks them.

He goes into the bar through the backdoor, leaving his dogs to roam the bar, keeping an eye out for intruders as Sam gets ready to open the bar for the day.

Few people enter the bar during the afternoon and they usually are retired regulars and the likes. So Sam lets his dogs to roam about the bar during the day. The afternoon patrons used to be quite nervous when Sam allows them to roam, but they relax after they finally come to terms that as long as they do not cause trouble, they dogs stay docile, even friendly.

Once it comes to evening, however, Sam ushers his dogs to guard the back door as the after work patrons start to arrive. His bartender and waitresses arrive at around the same time, just before the crowd gets too hard to handle and Sam is allowed a breather. When the crew arrives, Sam's job changes from the bartender to a service provider and greeter, making sure that everyone in the bar is happy.

As night falls, the bar buzzes with conversations and music from the jukebox. Sam looks at his full bar with satisfaction and contentment. At that moment, he noticed a group of young ladies enter the bar.

Sam gives them a warm smile. "Evening, Ladies! Table for five?"

After seeing the girls to their table. He noticed numerous people calling for waiting. With efficiency through experience, Sam swims through their order and passes their order to the cook.

He turns to the bar next to prepare their drink orders and sees a familiar face by the counter.

"Jenny, is that you?" After confirming it is her, Sam wraps her in a big bear hug.

"I haven't seen you in years. What have you been up to?"

"Just a moment, Jen." Sam raises his hand to interrupt her for a moment.

"Joe! Get me two Screwdrivers, A Zombie, 4 Shots of Vodka, A Naked Girl Scout and a Used Condom!"

"What kind of wierd fetish are you into now!? If you wanna do that you gotta go to the ugly side of the city, boss."

Those nearby roared with laughter, Sam laughed and gave his Bartender the finger. He then went about dropping off the drinks to the customers and then whispered to a waitress to handle to food.

He came back in less than 5 minutes. How in the world he swims through the crowd to deliver drinks in 3 different places still stumps many people, especially since Sam is not really a small person. He then sat beside Jenny to continue their conversation.

"That's good to hear, Jen. Don't see many familiar faces anymore. All went on to bigger and better things, I suppose. So it's kinda nice to see a familiar face every once in awhile."

Sam rubs his stubbled chin, thinking for a moment. "You got a new place to stay? Or at least someone to accompany you? It can get mighty dangerous for girls to live alone."

His eye's grew sly and he grinned and made a waving motion over the much shorter girl's head. "Especially a small, short one like you" he said teasingly.

Sam grins broadly and decides not to make anymore short jokes. "Sure" he said slapping his big hand on his chest, the sound that came from that action sounded more like a man hitting a giant drum. "Why not!"

Sam then looks into the kitchen. "Besides, I think those three mutts at the back would love to see you again... Though they are a lot bigger than the last time you saw them" he said thoughtfully.

Sam smiles broadly "See for yourself."

Sam then gives a loud whistle, barely a second went before three large German Shepherds came barraging out the kitchen. Some of the patrons near the door gave a startled yelp as the three dogs came walking through, giving these reputably ferocious dogs a wide berth. The three dogs were huge, Sam pride the fact that he fed them well so the three of them were huge specimens of their breed with Max being 4'5 long and 3' tall.

Max, being the biggest of the three, and is probably also the smarter of the three, recognizes Jenny and starts to circle her. The other two did the same.

"Oy, you mutts! Behave yourselves." Sam said, he had confidence that his dogs were trained well enough to behave themselves in public, but when with familiar company...  Max ignored him and stood on his forepaws so he could give Jenny a series of wet slobbery licks on the face. While the other two began to happily lick Jenny's legs.

Sam grins with pride as the three swarm Jenny under in licks and nuzzles, but after awhile he decided maybe he should intervene.

Sam pulled the three off Jenny and nudged them firmly towards the kitchen. "All right, you three mutts! Back in the kitchen before the girl gets a slime bath! Go! Shoo!"

The three dogs happily padded into the kitchen, creating the same yelps the time they came out. Sam gave his usual broad grin as he took a napkin and started to wipe Jenny's face down of any dog saliva.

"Well, Jen. 3 Years since we last met and your still covered in doggy drool." Once Sam is sure she is clear of any slime, Sam gave her another Thunder Bunny "So, Jen. You want me to keep you company. I'll bring lots of booze and it'll be like old times."