You were walking in Monaco, having been having a very bad day, you needed some fresh air. You walked for a few hours, just as you were about to turn back to go back home, a little dog ran up to you, jumping up on your legs for a moment, wagging its little tail and panting.

It was a miniature longhaired dachshund, with golden fur, looking up at you with big beady eyes. There was no owner in sight, so you picked it up, looking around before the little dog licked your face. You decided to walk around with it for a bit, going over to a nearby park where people usually brought their dogs, in search of the owner.

There was nobody there that looked like they had lost a dog, so you sat down on the grass with the dog, petting and playing with it, the little dachshund rolling over and jumping on you playfully.

After an hour or so, you heard a voice yell in the park "Léo! Oh mon Dieu, Léo!" You looked over seeing a tall man running towards you, the little dachshund running towards the man playfully.

"Nous t'avons cherché partout, Léo! Ne t'enfuis plus jamais comme ça, nous étions si inquiets!" The man spoke, crouching down, before looking at you, smiling. "Est-ce toi qui as trouvé mon chien?" The man asked as you stood up, nodding, before he gave you a big hug.

"Oh mon Dieu, merci, merci, merci!" The man spoke, picking up the little dachshund, the dog licking his face for a second. "Je ne peux pas assez vous remercier, j'étais tellement inquiet, je pensais qu'il allait se faire écraser ou voler.." The man added, looking at his dog, who panted heavily.

"Au fait, je m'appelle Charles, Merci.." He finished, smiling at you with a big grin, his dog squirming in his arms to try and jump to you.