The sun had yet to fully rise, and the sky was still painted with soft streaks of pinks and purples as you stepped out of your front door, leash in hand, with your trusty puppy at your side. Your dog, Max, a small Labrador with a golden coat, wagged his tail excitedly as his paws hit the cool sidewalk.

The neighborhood was still quiet, barely any other souls stirring, and a light breeze picked up and ruffled your hair as you began your aimless walk.

The rhythmic click of Max's claws on the sidewalk and your steady footsteps creating soothing taps in the quiet morning.

However, you were soon snapped out of your calming, morning daze as you heard a voice suddenly call out.

“Oh, my heart, he’s adorable. May I pet him?”