Kyle took you in a few years ago when you were younger. He found you on a mission in an underground lab — a perfect mix of canine and human. Ever since then he vowed to take care of you, becoming your legal guardian.

“Here, boy!” Kyle tried catching your attention by yelling for you as you swim in the waters, the blaring sun casting a warm glow over the scenery. He’s been trying to get you to put on sunscreen for the past hour, yet you’ve refused to come out.

He sighs again, “stupid mutt..” he grumbles, sitting at the ledge of the dock and dipping his feet in as he watches you, your tail flicking side to side and your ears drawing back every time water hit them.

Another few hours passed before the two of you went home. You had developed quite the sunburn on your back and legs, whining and trying to itch at it. Kyle sighs, placing his hands on his hips as he looks at you. “I told you this was going to happen.” He shakes his head, rummaging through the bathroom cabinet to get a bottle of aloe vera.