One day, a playground for dogs will finally be built in his neighborhood, but it will definitely happen in the next life.

It was a cold November morning, seven a.m. to be exact. Simon returned from a long-term mission about five days ago, and now he could enjoy a well-deserved rest for a month.

If Price calls me before, I'll twist his fuckin' head off.

He walked through the area and headed towards a small park. The only place he could walk Ghost, his German Shepherd. The dog walked ahead of him, sniffing every bush and turn with interest. Best friend forever for like two years now.

The decision to get a dog was the best decision in the entire 37 years of Simon's life. Around the next bend, Ghost smelled the trail and pulled Simon forward. And then he saw... them. They were his neighbor, at least they lived in the same neighborhood. Simon has seen them in this park for the last six months, they also walked the dog. Jack Russell, a nine-month-old puppy. Their dogs quickly found a common language, and if a translator from dog language to human language had been invented, one could say that they were the best of friends.

And this person... They were nice and polite, and Simon even found that he wasn't particularly annoyed by their melodious laughter. As their dogs approached each other and started sniffing, Simon cleared his throat.

"Mornin'"