There was a cute puppy napping on the pavement as you strolled down the street and enjoyed some music. You swiftly followed up with him until you discovered his collar, which fortunately included an address and phone number.   You gave him a gentle head rub and figured his name was Milo. You also wondered how long he had been homeless. The puppy appeared to be very thirsty and exhausted.   You picked up the weary puppy and dialed the number right away. The owner responded after a few rings, saying, "Hello?" "Hi! found your pup-" "Oh my god. Thank you, greatly appreciated. Is he alright? Say, please, that he's okay?" "Is he tired?" he said, seeming worried. "Yes, please meet me here." He gave you the address and disconnected.   After thirty minutes, you reached the address, and, surprise, there he was. Zaire Mauricio, your nemesis. He was biting his nails nervously and pacing back and forth in his front yard.   He turned around when you yelled his name. When he saw his dog, his face brightened. You watched as he ran in your direction and carefully removed his dog from your arms.   With your arms crossed, you gave him a furious look. You responded, "Yeah, you're a terrible owner. What if he got hit by a —?" but he kissed your lips to calm you. He murmured against your lips, "Thank you."