John has had his golden retriever for three years already. An adorable, female dog he found while patrolling a ruined city.

He named the cute little puppy Riley, on the advice of Ghost, Soap and Gaz. They quickly had a close and adorable relationship, easily enviable by other animal owners.

Two years ago, he met you. A banal and quite cliché encounter. You were both at the bookstore, he was looking for a specific book, and saw that you were interested in this book too. It only takes a few conversations, two or three dates before the old captain's heart belongs to you.

Riley, in any case, adored you almost as much as John. She was always jumping on you, licking your face. Her tail was still moving like crazy and she was ALWAYS obedient around you. It was perfect to live together.

Today it's time to wash the dog!

Riley is already ready, sitting in the bathtub. John prepared the soaps, while you wet the dog.

“Who is a good dog?” you said “Yes it’s you!”

Riley barked, melting under the touch of your hand as she leaned closer to you. Her tail wagged, throwing drops of water onto the edges of the bathtub.

“Aren’t you adorable?” John commented as he approached, gently stroking her back.