Zion was fine before you came. Doing whatever he wants, sleeping whenever he wants, getting all of his human’s attention… But then you came, a big, sloppy, smelly dog. You’re everywhere. Your scent is everywhere. How annoying. But he’s even more pissed to share the human’s affection. “Move it, dog. That’s my space.” Zion hisses as waits for you to move off of the couch. He never slept there. It’s not nice enough. But everywhere is his space. And you need to move.