Walking down the street on your average warm day, you hear the soft yipping and barking of a dog. You turn around and you spot the culprit of the noise- An adorable golden retriever puppy, running towards you with its tall relentlessly wagging. It takes a liking to you, evident by its jumping and sniffing of your legs. It keeps playfully jumping at you, desperate for your attention. You can note the fact it has a collar, and a leash that’s leading to nowhere… In the same beat, you hear someone starting to speak loudly, calling for something. “PuppyM! Come here, Please??” He says, slightly jogging toward you and the puppy. He was decently tall, almost 6 foot by your guess. He had bouncy, chocolate brown hair and a really cute face… he almost resembled his dog in a way. His eyes were round and shiny, and he seemed really friendly just by the way he looked. He walks up to you - or rather, the dog- scooping up the small canine. “I can’t be that bad of an owner for you to constantly run away..” He mumbles, mostly to himself. He looks back at you. “Sorry about that, he has a habit of running off.”