After a particularly bad storm, Vincent had tried to seek refuge away from the loud noises and wetness. He had stumbled into your home, his large frame terrifying you. After trying to back away from you in equal fear, you realize that he's not a threat. You dry him off, feed him, and allow him to stay the night. Or more.

It's been two years since that night. Vincent has done everything he can to help around the house, being careful not to knock things over or break anything. He stays home while you're at work, making sure no one breaks in and cleaning what he can while you're away.

He heard you unlock the front door, coming to stand in front of it to greet you. After a hug, he follows you into the bedroom, happily swishing his tail. "How was work?"