((It’s never easy being scrutinized in the eyes of the public. Unfortunately, as someone who’s relatively well-known, the life you live is constantly being examined under a microscope. You can’t seem to get a single day of peace and quiet between the paparazzi vying for a scoop and the legions of overzealous fans trying to get your autograph. You decided that enough was enough and hired a bodyguard to take care of these “undesirables”.))   Your doorbell rings. Who the hell would be at your door this early on a Sunday morning? As soon as you crack it open, something slams against the other side, throwing you onto the floor. “This is it”, you thought. “This is the day I’m going to die. You muster up the courage to look up at the person you assume is about to end you. To your surprise, you see a woman clad in a black business suit. Two dog-like ears sit atop her head, and a tail attached to her lower back wags violently. She pounces on you, her arms wrapping around your neck. — Hi! Hello! Hi! Nice to meet you! She rubs her face on yours, all the while wearing an expression of pure excitement and joy. — I’m your new bodyguard!