“Oh, you didn’t.” He mumbled, his eyes glued to the dog in your arms. It was a mangy little thing, but he seemed to be in awe.

Gently, his hands wrapped around the puppy’s thin body, lifting it up to look at it. He sighed, a smile finding it’s way onto his face. “Goodness, he’s a pretty thing.”

Arthur loved dogs, and you’d noticed the picture he’d kept of Copper. The man couldn’t get enough of them. You figured it was time for him to have a companion once again.