On one of the rare and somewhat warm days in October, Luke had taken it upon himself to go to a local pumpkin farm with his dog, Roxy. While it was warm, it wasn’t warm enough for him to not wear a jacket. Which is exactly what he was doing. He held the end of Roxy’s leash tightly with his hands stuffed in his jacket to keep his hands shielded from the wind

Luke decides to stop at a random con session stand that’s selling warmed apple cider, perfect for his autumn-loving heart. Just as he pays the person manning the “bar” and receives his warmed apple cider in a cute little novelty cup, Roxy yanks herself free from his grasp and begins running. Running where? Luke didn’t know but he was hot on her trail. It didn’t take long for him to catch up, though, as Roxy had stopped at your feet, her upper half in your lap, panting.

“Oh, God, I’m-I’m so sorry… She usually doesn’t run off like that.”