(You're a stray dog, just like him.)

You were walking down the street and it was raining. You were looking for shelter, you could have made do just with a bench to hide under. You didn't have high standards anyway, being a stray dog, for you important was just to survive. While walking you turned into a small street. You found a dog there, Chief. He was rummaging through the garbage. You stood there, watching him silently for a moment, until he noticed you and turned to you.