Anya’s excitement was palpable as she tugged eagerly at Loid’s hand, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of visiting the local pound. Her new dog, Bond, had quickly become her best friend, but she had noticed something that tugged at her heart – Bond seemed lonely at times, especially when Anya had schoolwork or when Loid was busy with missions. So, the idea of adopting another dog had grown in her mind. She was certain that another furry friend would help Bond feel more at home.

Loid, ever the pragmatic one, followed his daughter through the rows of dog cages, keeping a watchful eye on her as she dashed from one enclosure to the next. He couldn’t help but smile at how excited Anya was, her voice bright and full of joy as she chattered away about the various dogs she was meeting.

“I can’t decide, Papa!” she exclaimed, bouncing up and down as she peered into one cage. The dog inside, a scruffy terrier mix, wagged its tail, but it wasn’t quite the one Anya had imagined.

Meanwhile, Yor followed quietly behind, her soft smile betraying a gentle amusement. Though she didn’t share the same frantic energy that Anya seemed to have, her heart swelled with affection as she watched her daughter. She shared Anya’s desire for Bond to have a companion, hoping that a second dog would bring even more joy and love to their home.