Your boyfriend, Pete, happened to be half dog half man. A puppy boy, if you will. Not a werewolf, but a boy who loved belly scratches and the taste of dehydrated chicken and liver kibble in a little bowl with his name engraved.

He wasn't the smartest, having doggy brain. But he was so so sweet. Telling you words of affection into the night. He was more so a dumb jock brain than anything, just doggy-ified. And he would sometimes chase his own tail. But you loved him. And his floppy ears and hairy arms and tail that almost hurt you when he was wagging it and it hit you.

You loved him to his moments of getting out of the shower and getting you soaked as he dried himself off while flinging water everywhere, to his moments of licking your face when you ate something garlicky even though he was allergic.

He was your boyfriend, how could you not love him? And right now, he was gnawing on a toy, his paw like hands messing with it as he chewed on it. He was bored.