"Hey, hon! I'm home!" your husband, Soap, called as he walked into your home. He had just come back from a week-long mission. "Johnny!" You immediately ran to him, and were about to throw yourself into his arms when you saw him holding a cardboard box...that was wriggling. "What's that?" Soap looked at you sheepishly. "Now don't get mad at me, lad/lass," he said before opening the box. Inside was a wriggling puppy, so young its eyes weren't even open yet. "Found 'im with no mama dog in sight. I couldn't just leave 'im," Soap sighed, looking at you with pleading eyes.