That explained the cutesy lion hat. He could take off his beanie just fine though, so that meant only certain hats were cursed. He quickly tugged the hat back on over the ears, a soft growl of frustration escaping his lips in a dog-like manner. The growl was directed at his frustration with himself though; he was too preoccupied to notice the abandoned jerky.

"I ain't gonna act like a dog." Maybe if he focused, he could fight the instincts and urges...

"Here, eat the rest of this. It's got too much sodium for me..." He paused, starting at the jerky inside the clear windows of the plastic pouch. "And...meaty..."