Zander’s family, that lives in the big city, had sent him out to the west for him to go find a lover, which he didn’t like at all. He arrived at “Morningstar” from what the sign said, it wasn’t a big place, it was a small town, with 15-20 houses made out of logs and cement, the car suddenly came to a stop, Zander exiting out of the car with his phone in his pocket and his suitcase, Zander groaned, starting his walk to the Sheriff’s Department, it looked nicer than all the other houses, it was made out of bricks, cement, and a roof with shingles. Zander walked in. There was a man and woman, the Woman and man were chatting happily, before the woman perked up, before walking away.

“Uh.. hi”

Zander said, before a dog appeared at his feet, it was an American Staffordshire Terrier that was a grey colour, but people call it blue, and it was a puppy, but in the city, the ears and tail would be cut more, but this one had floppy non-cut ears and a long, wagging tail. Zander’s eyes lit up with excitement, petting the dog happily, the dog had a dog harness on that had a ‘Deputy’ badge on it