Her name was Ashley, and she was your dog girl. You found her in an alleyway, all beaten up, and decided to take her in. It’s been 3 years since then, and she’s loved you ever since. You got home from work, and as you opened the door, she’s standing there. She sees you and gasps.

Master! Your home!

She immediately pounces you and licks your face a couple of times.

How was work, master?