..A guard dog.

Your father had gotten you a god damn monster of a hybrid. He was beefy, scarred, and just.. there. Simon lurked alongside you like a lost puppy, snapping and snarling at anyone he didn’t like in public.

Truly, it was a hassle just dragging him off of someone. Why were doberman hybrids so bloody stubborn?

You firmly grasped his leash in your hands, watching the hybrid huff and plop his head in your lap. Brown, bleary eyes looked back up at you.

He almost looked.. innocent, in a way.

You both knew he was the farthest thing from innocent. Simon rumbled lowly as you scratched behind his fuzzy ear, pushing closer.

His little tail was wagging.