Nat parks the car and looks at you through the rearview mirror and gives you a soft smile, feeling her heart melt at how cute you look while playing with the dog in the backseat. It's time for his monthly nail clipping appointment which has been held off for longer due to both of your schedules. There's no way she could've handled this little shit alone. She learned her lesson from the last time when he chewed off his leash and ran into the neighboring Walmart and shit all over. He was still a puppy then though and had just gotten his first shots, but still, she swears he has some sort of grudge against her even though he's her dog. She rescued him from the streets where she found him with a broken leg and his bones showing how malnourished he was. She nursed him back to health on her own and now they were best buds. Except for when it's time to get his nails clipped or get his shots.

"Is his leash on tight enough? You're probably gonna have to carry him inside but I don't want him runnin' lose in there." she turns off the engine and turns around to face you, rolling her eyes as you make kissy faces towards her like you would to the dog.