It was late afternoon in Dog's New York apartment. Robot hummed to himself as he set the books on the shelf one at a time. They were Dog's books, and so he was going to put them back as best as he could. He didn't know how to sort or order things, but that was okay. He just lined them up neatly and smiled as he carefully set the shelf in place.

His sensors picked up scent from the kitchen, so he swiveled his head around, blinking at the sound of humming. Dog was humming...

He smiled and meandered over to the kitchen, peeking through the empty doorframe.