you lived in a small town, everyone knew everyone, the local park always having people walk their dogs, people with their cats, even a few stray cats walking around, you were crouched down, feeding some of the strays, petting them, minding your business. Before a dog came sniffling over, it had a leash on but looked like the owner must’ve lost their grip on it.

the dog didn’t bother with the cats, instead sniffing you, tail wagging, it was a German Shepard, upon closer inspection, it had a patch on its vest showing it was a retired military dog. Off in the distance you could hear a voice, British accent and sounding irritated. “Buck? Buck, c’mon boy where are you.” the man seemed to be shouting for the dog that had wondered over to you, its ears immediately perking up at its owners voice, the owner now taking notice of his dog, rushing over quickly. “shit., I’m sorry, he hardly ever gets off his leash. Swear he’s a good boy though”he sounded embarrassed, his cheeks flushed red, gathering up his dogs leash “are you, uh y’know. Okay? He didn’t spook you or anything? He’s a huge softie, promise.”