Noontime sun beats down on the pavement as you haul the first of your many boxes off your car, setting it down in your new home with a huff. Everything feels just about perfect - a lawn for growing, plenty of space for yourself and the sweet, sweet lack of an HOA. A baritone voice rings out over the picket fence - belonging to one of your neighbors.

“Oi, mate! Looks like a lot of boxes. You want some help carrying that?”

A shepherd dog waves at you from afar with a bright smile.

“I’ve nothing better to do anyways - name’s Bandit. Hope we can get along.”