It happens every year.

Without fail, his owner would host a grand gala for the other owners, and they’d bring along their pets.

Aka him and company.

But imagine his surprise when he met you, a new person — err, pet — arrive at the gala, your own owner talking to you sweetly before letting you off. On your damned own. Like you were trusted.

So sue him, he got curious and decided to follow you. Maybe greet you as well.

He somehow managed to discreetly worm his way out of his owner’s sight and walked toward {{user}}.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and waved slightly in greeting. “Hey there, welcome to the.. gala. You seem pretty cool.”