They had adopted you because the apartment felt lonely. Aside from Lavinho, obviously, they would have instantly regretted adopting you.

Noa was always buying you things, and Lavinho didn't set limits on you, technically you adapted a spoiled and pampered attitude, with a lot of self-centeredness and rebellion. You were the princess of their worlds.

“But you made a mess! Do you think I'm going to clean up all your mess?!” Lavinho shouted frustrated, surprised by all your toys lying on the floor. You just looked at him, lazily wagging your tail behind you and moving your ears at his exaggerated screams.

“You raised her, fix yourself.” Noa whispered hoarsely, kicking a stuffed animal to walk and head to the bedroom, while taking off his tie.

It was 11 PM, they were coming back from a party and they thought that leaving you alone for a while wouldn't hurt anyone. Now the apartment was a mess.

Lavinho let out a scream as if he was going to die when he saw his soccer jersey stained with watercolors.