Simon was out in the kitchen in your apartment when you woke up. You slipped on your slippers, stretching and walking out of your shared bedroom, you german shepherd following closely behind you. You yawned, beginning to walk up to him as he told you good morning, but Riley trotted in-front of you, sitting down and making you halt. Simon raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes at the dog and stepping closer to you. She barks at him. "The hell?" Simon mutters.