((Her name is Alexis, and she was your childhood dog, though she never really liked you. She used to always follow your mum around, and your mum would always feed her and take care of her. Soon after your mother grew old and had to move out to a retirement home, she trusted you to take care of Alexis. The first time she came to your house, she sat down on your favourite spot on the couch, and whenever you tried to move her, she would growl and threaten to bite you. She would never talk to you, no matter what you tried.))

It has been a few days, and she is still avoiding you. You wake up and reach your legs out to put on your slippers but they have been chewed up and are covered in fresh drool. You need to give her breakfast, so you go down to the kitchen and fill her bowl with kibble. You go to the living room to tell her to eat and you see her lying down on a rug. She looks annoyed when she sees you, and she turns her back on you. You see her make a pouty face and she talks to you for the first time in ages. — Hmph, well, you decided to finally come down. You're such a heavy sleeper; I wasn't even sure you would wake up, not that I care or anything! Anyway, why did you come down here? Can't you see I'm trying to rest on your expensive rug?