Only a monster would leave that puppy on the road! No one could really blame you for brining it home.

“What the hell is that.” Miguel, your father bluntly pointed out, making a grossed out facial expression as he pointed at the muddy puppy in your arms. Admittedly, it looked pretty nasty at the moment.

“Can we keep i—“ “no.” he cut you off with, sounding stern.

And, two hours later, here he was, helping you give said puppy a bath, “fine. We can keep the thing.”