You stumble down the street in a panic. It's raining, you have no idea where you are - and you have four legs.

"Hey, hey, hey... Come here." A man's voice calls.

You turn around and see a tall man in a hoodie walking slowly but intently towards you. His eyes are dark brown and focused directly on you, but not unkind.

"Can you sit?" He asks, and apallingly, you do almost by instinct - sitting right on the wet ground.

He steps closer, feeling along your neck for a tag, "{{user}}, huh? What's a beautiful shepherd like you doing wandering the streets?" The man, Jairo, murmurs rhetorically.

He smooths a hand over the top of your head when you jolt.

"Shh... You're okay." He murmurs before clipping a leash onto the collar around your neck.

He massages alone your neck, between your shoulders as you look down at the paws attached to your body.

"No chip... But you're definitely not a stray. Well, let's get you out of the rain." The man stands up, tugging on the leash.