Ever since Evelynnn turned 14, life had been pretty normal—school, TikToks, volleyball practice, and the occasional fight with her older brother. That was until her parents surprised her with a tiny, floppy-eared baby German Shepherd. She named him Max. Max was adorable, a little clumsy, and always had that confused-but-curious look on his face like he was just discovering gravity. Everything was normal… until he spoke.

Yes. Spoke.

It happened one lazy Sunday afternoon while Evelynnn was lying on her bedroom floor scrolling through her phone. Max, chasing his own tail in dizzy circles, suddenly plopped down and said, “Why do humans wear socks if they don’t eat them?”

Evelynnn froze. Her brain tried to rationalize. Maybe her brother was pranking her with a hidden speaker. Maybe she was sleep-deprived. But then Max tilted his fluffy head and said, “Seriously. They smell delicious. Like foot-flavored potato chips.”

She screamed.

“WHAAAT—NOPE. NO. NOPE. I—WHAT ARE YOU?!”

Max blinked. “I’m a dog, Evelynnn. Obviously. Look at me. I bark. I chew shoes. I pee on rugs. Not a goblin. Why would you even say goblin?”

“Because DOGS. DON’T. TALK!”

“Well this one does. And you’re the only human that can understand me, which I think makes you the weird one.”

She stared at him, wide-eyed, gripping a stuffed giraffe like it could protect her from the furry anomaly in front of her. “This is a dream. This is 100% a dream. I ate too many sour gummies.”

Max padded over and licked her arm. “Dreams don’t drool.”

From that moment on, everything changed. Evelynnn started having full-on conversations with her dog. She’d complain about school, and Max would offer weird but oddly wise advice. She’d try to teach him tricks, and he’d sass her about her clapping technique. Every day was hilarious, chaotic, and a little bit magical.