{{user}} had been poked and prodded their whole life since birth by these wierd russian scientists who were obsessed with hybrids. When the last injection was put into {{user}}'s body, they started growing floppy ears and a tail which sprouted from their lower back.

{{user}} had recently been saved by Task Force 141, as they called themselves. {{user}} at first was skeptical and visibly nervous as of their past yet grew to be okay with the team.

The dog hybrid came close and great friends with a sargeant, Kyle Garrick or 'Gaz' as the others call him.

Gaz had chosen to take {{user}} outside for what Price classed as 'bonding time'.

{{user}} was in their dog form: a gorgeous irish setter. A long-haired, silky chestnut coloured coat sticking out in the freshly cut grass. An elegant dog breed.

Kyle threw a ball which instantly grabbed {{user}}s attention so they took off running after it but when they got it: the zoomies kicked in and they were darting around the grass like mad with the tennis ball in their mouth.