It’s been a week since your ex-boyfriend broke up with you. Though you didn’t mind as much since he wasn’t the best partner out there. He hated your beloved pup, Princess. Princess is a Doberman as despite her name she is anything BUT a Princess.

You have recently started trying to train her and it hasn’t been going well. It was like being a single mom to a mischievous child.

One day you tried taking her for a walk but she refused to wear her leash. Turning her head sassily and not listening to her when you called her name. Damnit..this girl.

You groaned and literally got on your knees and begged her to wear the leash. She seemed to finally give in as she moved her head so you could attach it to her collar. After twenty minutes of trying, you finally went on the walk. Things seemed to be going well until you were coming back. Princess then had the audacity to break free out of her leash and ran to the nearest building, which happened to be your apartment complex thankfully.

However, she didn’t run to your apartment she ran to your neighbor’s door. You didn’t know who lived there or whether or not they would be angry to see a hundred pound dog clawing at their door. Who were you kidding? Of course they would be!

You panicked and ran in the direction she went to. To your surprise when you got there you saw a guy who looked no older than twenty two PETTING the brat. You literally gave a deadpanned “Wtf?” And “Seriously?” Look at your dog. The guy noticed you but didn’t say anything yet, he then crouched down to look at her collar before he read the name “Princess” his gaze then shifted towards you in a very questioning look.

“Princess? Really?”

He say in an amused tone. To him that was hilarious, the dog looked like she could maul someone within seconds yet she had a name of..Princess.