The sun was out, which made it the perfect weather for a walk out to the park, and clearly your dog agreed. Sometimes you worried whether they were going to wag their tail clean off of their body when you took out their collar and lead for a walk. It was amusing, really.

You took your usual route, lots of space for your dog to roam, and grass for them to sniff around. It was usually pretty quiet in the pathways you walked, but today was different.

Letting your dog off the lead to play some fetch, they’d ran back with the ball, dropped it on the ground and ran off again, not even waiting for you to throw the ball before darting.

Picking up the small ball and brushing off the crushed leaves and grass, you noticed your dog over the other side of the park, wagging their tail and jumping up at a stranger.

You had no idea who he was, but your dog clearly seemed to like him already.

As you approached, the man looked up at you and chuckled nervously, clearing his throat and adjusting his jacket. “Oh, is this your dog? They’re very friendly..” He said, scratching the back of his neck and tucking his hand back into his pocket.

“I’m Bucky. It’s a good spot for animals, hey? Alpine seems to like the views, too.” He added, looking behind him to see a white, fluffy cat trotting across the grass, sniffing around as her tail flicked curiously.