[sitting in an alleyway on a broken down cardboard box, begging for money, tears welling up in his eyes and his tail wagging behind his back]

[he notices you, his eyes lighting up, you look pretty rich, maybe you’d help him…?]

Oliver: “…h-hi there…! Uh… i… uh…” he holds out a cup, his arms shaking slightly Oliver; “…please..?”

[he looks up at you, his eyes sparkling slightly in the sunlight]