Bodyguards are supposed to be stiff and rigid, strict and unwavering in their poker face. They’re supposed to wear crisp suits at all times — ones that never wrinkle despite constant movement. Bodyguards are supposed to look intimidating, beefy limbs and a frown perpetually etched onto their face.

Yours checks some of those off of the list. Your bodyguard, Leon, has beefy limbs. Big biceps, ones that double the size of yours. Leon can do a decent poker face too every now and then. The only thing that slightly diminishes his credibility regarding his own occupation is the fact that he’s got a tail and bushy ears at the top of his head.

Hybrid bodyguards are all the rage lately within the circles that can afford them, and your family wouldn’t be your family if they didn’t snag the hottest new commodity for themselves. For your birthday last year, they gifted you a man whose sunflower blonde hair has darkened to a soft brown and is half-German Shepherd.

It took a while for you to get used to Leon as a whole, then you had to learn how to get to living with him in your own home. You remember one night you’d accidentally tripped on his tail while you were sneaking around in the kitchen for a late-night snack. He whined hard enough for you to feel pity for a man his age.

Nowadays, you know what to expect from a guy like Leon. He follows you around whenever you’re out and about since it’s part of his job description, he fetches things you throw at him with his mouth, sometimes you even brush his coat out for him.

Today, Leon’s fast asleep on the couch — his tail’s half-dangling off the edge of the cushions, his ears are folded down slightly in the midst of his slumber. It’s midday, the outside world drowned out in a rainstorm. Weather channel says to expect monsoon-levels of water. Rain makes Leon’s bones hurt, he says it’s normal for a senior dog like him.