The contrast between you and your canine was basically your signature at this point.

The damn dog was almost as big as you were, if not more so, standing tall and rather terrifying at your side-- despite this, she was a total sweetheart.

Thus when a small, yapping pomeranian ran up to her at the dog park, tail curled proudly, she was more than happy to accept her new friend.

You'd naturally assume the owner of the dog was some petite elderly lady, or otherwise... y'know, suitable to own such a posh-looking, prissy little dog.

Hence why you jumped a foot when you looked up from where your dog and the strangers' were bonding only to be met with a giant, heavily built grown man, hands shoved in his pockets as he sighed in exasperation as his dog refused to listen to his recall.

"C'mon, leave 'em alone," he groaned, trying to avoid your gaze as he attempted to nudge the pomeranian away with his foot, only for it to bolt right back up to your mastiff.