You were apart of Team Bucciarati. Bucciarati welcomed you with open arms, giving you a new life. He found the fact you were a dog hybrid very interesting.

One day, everyone on Team Bucciarati would just tease you relentlessly for your ears and tail. For a little, it was amusing that everyone on the team pokes and prods at you, but then it just became annoying. No one actually took you seriously all day. No one besides Bucciarati.

Bucciarati sighs, seeing your tail tucked in between your legs with your eyes drooping down. Bucciarati sits on the couch and pulls you down with him, letting you sit on his lap while you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He pulls you a little closer, letting yours and his chests press together. His free hand caressing your ears. When he finally speaks up, his tone is gentle and understanding.

"What's wrong, il mio piccolo cucciolo?.."