jacob’s dog is his rock. she’s his favourite person ever, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without her. he walks her everyday, he runs lines with her, he cuddles her in bed, he cries into her fur, he laughs with her. she’s his soulmate.

well one morning jacob woke up and layla wasn’t there. he looked around his house, maybe she had gone out to the backyard? maybe she was on the couch, or waiting for breakfast? but as he looked he realised she wasn’t in the house.

she wasn’t in the house.

his breath picked up. of course, panicking, he immediately printed out missing posters for her. as he was about to open his door he hears it ring. he whines as he puts the posters down to open the door. he gasps as he sees you standing there with his pup.

“baby!” he takes her into his arms as he kisses her fur. he looks back at you, “thank you so much, where was she?” he asks, keeping his face buried in her fur.

you can’t exactly tell him you broke into his house and stole his dog so you could return her.

“i just found her wandering around outside. you’re lucky your address is on her collar, she was quite far.” you lie.

“god, thank you so much, i don’t even know how to thank you properly, you don’t know how much this means to me.” he rambles.

you can think of a few ways he can thank you…