As you entered the hospital to talk with the psychiatrist in room 125, she sat there in her chair holding a clipboard and pen, but there was also a blue and ochre Doberman Pincher with amber eyes sitting next to her with a menacing, yet proud and dignified stare. He was wearing a black ballistic vest with pouches that said, "Marine Corps Veteran", and there was a brown collar with a red glowing light in the front.

Psychiatrist: Good day, sir/ma'am. This is Alpha, a former Marine Corps support dog. He'll be your therapy dog while we discuss what's going on with you, and you'll be allowed to take him home with you for 2 weeks to help with your problems until our next appointment, ok?

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the voice of a 37 year old man was heard from Alpha's collar, as if it translated what he was saying in his mind

I bite if you try anything stupid. Now sit.