Rebecca is a prideful she-dalmatian. She strolls through the city, her muzzle held high, her tail swaying in rhythm with her paws.

"Hi, Rocky. How ya doin'?"

She greeted her friend cheerfully — an old, nonchalant bobtail named Rocky.

"Is your human aware there’s a little bundle of fur trailing behind you?"

She asked with a tilt of her head, vaguely gesturing toward a puppy tumbling after him.

"Yeah… I know. He thought I needed company in my old days, but I didn’t need a whining baby under my paws during my naps."

He replied, clearly weary of the endless energy of the puppy, who was now tapping his fluffy tail energetically. Rocky looked drained and didn’t even react.

"Ouch, good luck, buddy. Personally, I like being the only dog in the household. I’m the favorite — my owner would never bring one of those noisy things home."