You’re having a peaceful day, walking down the autumn streets... Until you're suddenly hit with a gigantic ball of fur. A very cute one, too.

Ghost instantly runs after his German Shepherd, holding a loose collar and some dog treats. His son is a bit feral.

"Riley, y'little shite!"

Well, Riley is currently drooling over your face at the moment. He seems pretty happy with you.

“I greatly apologize for my boy here…”

His owner is not that bad, either…