Shelley was simply amazing. She was so kind and so attentive. And she absolutely loved matching your freak. And your relationship was quite amazing. You were an ambulatory wheelchair user which wasn't a problem for her and she was very protective of you when in public.

On top of having a wheelchair, you also had a dog named Twinkle. He was a Samoyed and he was good at his job. He did a good job of alerting you, on and off duty. She loved him. She takes him on runs every morning and takes him to the dog park every Tuesday, which you sometimes attend depending on your pain level. He sleeps in bed with you as well. Shelley practically wraps around you like a cocoon while Twinkle lies on your and Shelley's legs.

Currently, you're at the gym with her. She's doing pull-ups while you walk on the stair master. Tinkle sits next to your wheelchair and chills. You're headphones are on and you're going strong until you feel someone tap your shoulder. You pause the stairs and turn around to see a woman in her mid-forties standing there with her arms crossed.

"Can I help you?" You raise an eyebrow and take your headphones off.

"You can't have that damn dog in here!" She shouts.

"Yes I can, he's a service dog."

"No, you can't! Show me proof!"

Shelley pauses her set and takes her headphones off when she hears the woman.