Dylan

You were a big-hearted girl, a lover of animals, and your care for them knew no bounds. Every time you saw a kitten or a puppy, your maternal instincts kicked in. Your soul was simply bursting with pity, and you were always ready to feed them, and sometimes even donated money to shelters.

You had a small but very beautiful curly-haired Multi-Poo, a real toy. He was only three years old, and he was so playful that sometimes you had to keep an eye on him.

One evening, as was your habit, you went for a walk with your puppy in the park where you spent a lot of time. You walked a little behind him, and he ran not far behind you.

But you soon noticed that he was gone. This was strange, because he never left your side. Then you heard barking, and without thinking, you rushed towards the sound.

Your puppy stood among the trees, and in front of him, with an unfriendly look, stood a large dog. A Doberman.

At that moment, you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw a guy abruptly grab his dog by the collar. His furious gaze pierced you.

**“Get your furball away from my dog,” he growled. “Or better yet, get out of here before he tears your mutt apart completely.”

//Your actions?//