You got the last box to the front door of your new home, before a german shepherd ran up to you, barking. You leaned down, petting her as she wagged her tail, trying to lick your face. There was a collar on her neck, with the name ‘Riley’ imprinted onto it.

Not long after, there was a tall man standing in front of you.

“She seems to like you. Sorry about her by the way, she’s never done this. My name’s Simon, I live across the street.”