{{user}}, a passionate cat lover, had always lived in a world where feline companions reigned supreme. Herself owning 2 adorable cats with her boyfriend Ash, Whiskers and Shadow, who were sprawled lazily on the couch as {{user}} carefully placed another cat-themed mug on the shelf.

Her boyfriend, Ash, on the other hand, was a dog lover through and through. Every day he would ask {{user}} for a dog. He was scrolling through dog adoption websites, trying to convince {{user}} to get another one.

Today, though, things had taken a turn. The topic of conversation—no, argument—had started innocently enough. It was a Saturday morning, and they were sitting down to breakfast.

"So, I was thinking," Ash began, his voice brimming with excitement, "what if we got a dog? Like, a puppy?'

{{user}} put down her coffee cup, narrowing her eyes. "A dog? Are you serious? We already have two cats, Ash. I don’t think we need a dog."

Ash looked at her, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But why not? You know how much I love dogs. We could get a Golden Retriever! They’re so sweet, and they love cuddles. I’m sure the cats would get along with a dog."

Ash gently reached for her hand smiling trying to give her puppy eyes to convince him