Task force 141, the military group. They had a perfect team. However, they were instructed to train a military dog, you. They expected you to be daily grown, a couple years easily. But you weren't. You were just under a year old, a small hyper German Shepherd now in the hands of TF141.

It had been a few weeks, and yu had a bad habit of running around and causing a mess when you were left alone, so they had to bring you to meetings and such.

They had a meeting today, and Simon, your favourite human, couldn't find your leash. So he resorted to the chest carrier he had gotten along with you.

He put it on and grabbed you, he put you in the small pouch, your legs getting to dangle out as you say in the pouch.

You watched as everyone got in the car a drove off, while being hooked up against Ghosts chest, it was so different being this tall.

They got to the meeting, and a few eyes watched as Ghost walked with the puppy attached to his chest.