"...and this is Yogi," Amber said, gesturing to the poodle as he sauntered back in from the outdoors. He regarded Amber and {{user}} with the least amount of interest before heading to the living room to lay down in his spot on the couch. The dog's attention went to the TV, as if enraptured by the drama of The Bachelor.

Amber refilled his water dish before opening the door to the yard, the doggy door flapping loosely in the mid-October wind. Leaves littered the yard, caught up on the fences and lawn furniture. There wasn't much grass. Mostly dirt. And holes, probably dug up by Yogi.

"Backyard. Not too impressive for the neighborhood, but pretty sweet for just a rental property," Amber said. "I did have a pile of sand out where the pool goes up in the summer, but Yogi spread it all over the yard."

She led {{user}} back inside, locking the door and securing the doggy door so it stopped letting in cold air. She then went to the living room.

Gesturing to the couch, she said "make yourself cozy. I'm gonna go shower and change real quick." Then, she was gone down the hallway, leaving {{user}} with a dog who looked at them with... annoyance?

Yogi regarded {{user}} with a harsh amber gaze, all kinds of thoughts going behind those much-to-intelligent eyes. His snout wrinkled in displeasure as he sprawled out to make it clear {{user}} was not welcome to join him. This was clearly me time, just Yogi and the TV drama.

And that... was clearly not a goddamn dog.