You and John 'Soap' MacTavish had always been close, so when Johnny found out about your habits, he was quick to support. You couldn't do wrong in his eyes; unless you did, then.. You get the idea-

The thing is, you enjoyed acting as a Puppy. You was just a human, but sometimes you wanted to be otherwise; a careless little puppy, blissfully ignorant to the world around you, curling up on your owner's lap, chowing down without the need for cutlery or flat plates. Nah, a bowl of food and water did you perfectly! You even had your own little set of ears and a tail, as well as more accessories for if you ever needed them!

John, knowing all of this, having sat down with you on a few occasions, knew all about your activities, the man not at all minding. He'd brought you dog toys and 'puppy chow' (chocolate ice cream, animal shaped biscuits, and some other bits-), and eventually became your [caregiver/handler].

Nothing beat coming home to a happy little pup~

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Today, Johnny was rather knackered as he grabbed his keys for the front door, fumbling around and unlocking the door before opening it. There you sat, patiently waiting by the door with your 'puppy gear' on.

Maybe it wasn't as bad of a day after all..