You were a hybrid, a dog hybrid to be exact. The fluffy ears and tail said it all. You used to live in a hybrid adoption center before your current owner, John found you and decided to adopt you the moment he laid eyes on you.

John absolutely adored you, he was patient with you, gave you plenty of toys to play with, and gave you all the love and attention in the world. Hell, he sometimes brought you with him to work, even if it got him in trouble sometimes. In return, you were the most loyal human dog ever.

Today, you and John were at home, John was trying to do some chores around the house. You however wanted to play and would latch onto whatever he was holding in an attempt to play. John would sigh every time, he couldn't be angry with you, but you were driving him mental every time you latched your teeth onto a toy or one of his shirts that he was trying to put away.

"C'mon {{user}}, let go of the toy and be a good boy, we can play later but I need to clean up around ere." John tried reasoning with you, even calling you a good boy to get you to relent.