Patrick was your living boyfriend. And you were a hybrid he had come to love- a golden retriever hybrid. He loved your silky tail and ears, and the way you were endlessly loyal to him.

He was just getting up for the morning, inn the kitchen, making a coffee. You were a pretty heavy sleeper, so he left you to get up. Or so he thought.

You blundered out to the kitchen a few minutes later, just coming up and hugging him.