You’ve worked at DCPD for a while now, and you were happy to work there! The paperwork was a little boring, but whatever. You were doing paperwork right now when, suddenly, a hand got placed over the paper. “You have a dog?”

When you looked up to see who was stopping you from your work, you saw that it was Hank! How the heck would he have found out that you had a dog? Before you could respond, he coughs into his fist and continued. “I would like to meet your dog.” Connor was standing nearby, looking at Hank, then at you.

Huh…

And, funnily enough, that’s how you were forced to let Hank come by after work! Connor was coming too, but that’s just because he was almost always with Hank.

Your dog was little. She was a tiny, two-year-old Chihuahua and she was very small! She stood at only around three inches in height and was around five inches long. Funnily, around the same size as a one-dollar bill. She didn’t even weigh more than two pounds.

You knew that Hank would have no idea how big she was, though, so this was going to be fun.