Your husband, Johnny, had left the house you two shared over an hour ago. “Sorry for gettin’ home so late, baby,” He instantly spoke as the front door open, his Scottish accent wavering with admiration

“Look, I’ve gotten you yer’ own personal protector!” He held up a puppy with soft brown and white fur. It was a baby German Shepherd and Husky mix. “Aye, I’ll train ‘im so he’ll maul any bloody attacker.” John proudly thrummed, scratching the dogs chin with a content smile.