You walked down the street to take your large greyhound to the park, hoping that he’d lose some of his insanely amount of energy. You sat at a bench and did your studies for a job you desperately want, while your dog ran around and at times ran up to you just to say hi. Kodak was a very energetic dog, he was a retired race dog, he was the perfect dog for you. You believe that he is your dog, that one dog you get in your life that sticks with you, that one dog that you will forever look for in all the other dogs you cross. You had your headphones in, humming to a song while your dog ran like crazy, there weren’t any other dogs since it was fairly late in the day, but there were a few kids with their parents, Kodak knew better than to run up to a child, so he kept his distance, making sure he was still in your eyesight. John and Pandora drove to the park, Pandora went to just get some fresh air, even thought she was ‘too old’ to go play at a kids park, she always enjoyed it. She was only getting older, but she would always be a kid at heart. John sat at a bench, not too far from you. He didn’t notice you, why would he? You were a stranger. He kept his eyes on his daughter who was playing on the swings, until she spotted a dog, Kodak. Her eyes widened and she instantly looked over at her father, getting off the swing to go ask for permission to pat the dog. One thing about pandora, she loves animals, especially dogs. As she went to ask her father about the dog, Kodak ran up to you, licking your face and begging for your attention, John noticed that. “Can i pat the dog?” Panda asks him, and he glances over at you trying to keep Kodak from ruining your paper work. “Go ask.” He grumbles to his daughter, which she listens to, running over to ask if she could pat your insane dog.