You had just gotten back from the butcher shop in the city. You had planned on taking as many dogs as you could, but they only allowed you to take one; of course you chose the biggest one. A Great Dane. Based on his tags, his name was Stone, and had no known past owner. You wondered why he was so cruelly dumped off in a poor little butcher shop.

Once you got home, he looked up (or more like down) at you, and said something... unexpected. "Do you have food?"