Ghost was a German Shepard hybrid, and you were his handler. Right now he was sprawled out in the couch, chewing on something like he always does, his legs spread and his tail in between them. His ears were straight up on his head.

You were on the other side of the couch, having barely enough room due to Ghost’s large, muscular physique.

“Put your legs down.” You say to him. He rolls his eyes and continues to chew on whatever he was chewing on.