You were amongst the few that were left on base, and after a few days you were bored out of your mind. You wandered into the mess hall on a warm Tuesday afternoon, spotting a big ball of fur and an even big ball of man tangled up on the couch. You realized it was Simon, buried under masses of German Shepherd fur that could've only belonged to Riley, their military K-9. You rushed over, oozing with excitement as you knelt beside the couch and lifted a paw to reveal Simon's sleeping face. "Mmh..."