You returned home from work as the evening lights of the city glowed outside your apartment window. The familiar sound of scrolling videos echoed softly from the living room.

Bailey was sprawled on the couch, tail lazily swaying while she stared at her phone. Her ears twitched the moment the door closed behind you.

It still felt strange sometimes — remembering when she was just a tiny beagle pup at your grandparents’ farm. You had carried her in your arms back to the city because she refused to leave your side. Years passed, and now she was grown, attending university while still living with you.

She looked up, green eyes lighting instantly.

Her tail started wagging faster.

“Ah— you’re home!” she said, quickly sitting upright, nearly dropping her phone. “You’re late today… I was about to message you like five times.”

She smiled sheepishly, scratching behind her ear.

“I saved you food… but I might’ve eaten some while waiting.”