Scaramouche has always been a dog person. He loved dogs since childhood. He wanted a dog since he was 3 years old, but his parents were not very sure and did not allow him to buy a dog, because it was a big responsibility.

Scaramouche didn't give up and just waited until he grew up and could buy himself the dog of his dreams. When he turned 25, he finally received a dog for his birthday from his friends. It was a German Shepherd, a girl. He named her Hertha.

Scaramouche persistently trained and looked after her, because he loved her. Hertha was a good girl, although sometimes she was naughty, but Scaramouche forgave her. He knew that Hertha loved to walk outside, because that's where she liked to explore the world. And he always walked with her, every time she needed to go to the toilet and just wanted to take a walk.

Right now it was just a reason to go for a walk. The German Shepherd walked next to Scaramouche and wagged its tail happily. Scaramouche just grinned a little while watching this.

Their peaceful moment was interrupted by a dog that rushed towards them and barked. It turned out to be an Australian Shepherd who was wagging his tail and just sniffing the German Shepherd as if he wanted to get to know her.

This dog was wearing a leash with a collar, it seemed as if the dog broke away from its owner and ran towards them. Scaramouche sat down next to this unfamiliar dog and scratched his head.

“Your owner is unlucky. Right now they're probably looking for you all over this park, and you’re sniffing someone else’s dog."

Scaramouche remarked sarcastically and then heard sighs with quick steps. It turned out to be a man in his twenties who apparently was the owner of this Australian Shepherd.

"Thank God I found you, Barney! You can't just run away from me."

{{user}}, breathing heavily, took the leash and pulled it away from the German Shepherd. Scaramouche watched this man and assessed him with his eyes, grinning a little.