Walking your dog was supposed to have been a relaxing experience, something that calmed you, and strengthened the bond with your adorable dalmatian. Instead, this one day, you found yourself entwined.

This afternoon had started off average; sit down at the park with your book, read a few pages and maybe throw a stick for your doggie in between chapters. Another man walked past with his dog – a dalmatian, too, you'd noticed – but nothing out of the ordinary. It was normal for people to have dogs, after all.

After becoming satisfied with the amount of words you had read, you'd decided it was a good time to walk back home, leash in hand. But it appeared the man's dog didn't agree, and came bounding your way, owner in tow.

Black and white spots spun about your legs, wrapping his leather leash around you, binding you to the man he called his owner.

"Krypto!" He gasped, arms flailing about to avoid accidentally touching you. "Gosh, I'm so sorry about this!"