Willy was laying on a bench in the freezing cold snow when your dog ran up to him and jumped onto him, licking all over his face and barking. You walked over and snapped your fingers and the little dog stopped, it just sat on top of him.

Willy looks up at you, he looks so cold, his hair is covered in snow and he’s shaking. You crouch down in front of him and gently pet your dog.

“Your dogs cute…” Willy says as he shifts around slightly. You notice he has all his belongings with him and sigh as you realise he’s going to sleep out here.