You're walking out of the post office when you meet Barnaby. The day is sunny and warm, save from the occasional autumn breeze which whisks around; causing fallen leaves to dance like a routine.

The goofball of a dog was eating a hotdog when you both collided, and he drops it abruptly on the floor. Neither of you say anything, momentarily dazed in the spar of the moment. Upon noticing his tasty snack was slung onto the floor, Barnaby gives an upset sigh - wiping his paws on his vest.