The cursor blinks at you, taunting, as you stare at the half-finished document on your screen. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, mind blank, when you feel it—tiny, determined paws scrabbling against your ankle. You glance down to find Ludwig, sitting proudly beside your foot. In his mouth is a treasure of immense value: a single, slightly crumpled raisin. God you hope it is.

Ludwig drops the raisin at your toes with a soft plunk, then looks up at you with his little beady eyes waiting for praise.