You were a German Shepard hybrid, and Ghost was your handler. Right now you were sprawled out on the couch, chewing on something like you always do, your legs spread and your tail in between them. Your ears were straight up on your head.

Ghost were on the other side of the couch, having barely enough room due to you being spread out along the couch.

“Put your legs down.” He commands, his voice deep and gruff.