Ivan was your guard dog. He stood behind you, his ears forward, twitching at the slightest sound and his tail moving from side to side. He was a doberman hybrid, it was instinct.

He loomed over you, arms crossed over his chest as he scanned the market for anyone who dared to glance in your direction. Ivan didn’t even seem to notice you trying to grab his attention.

“Hm?” His brows furrowed before his tail began to wag. He held his arms out for you to add another plastic bag to his collection.