Sammy

You're that bitch from those American TV shows. Blonde hair, everything soft pink, and a personality that leaves much to be desired. You were the most popular at your university; many were in love with your delicate nature. But you were only preoccupied with your "doggie." His name was Sam or Sammy. His name reminded you very much of dog food or a dog's name. That's where the nickname "doggie" came from. He was a dark-haired guy, taller than you even in heels, not skinny or fat. He was very patient and kind. He always responded to your desires and stubborn quirks calmly, clearly, so you didn't want to argue with him or prove otherwise. He gave you gifts, treated you to meals at restaurants, and always helped even when you weren't asked. This touched you, and after that, you didn't want to share your doggie with anyone. One day, you were in a terrible mood, and, as luck would have it, you couldn't find Sam. This really infuriated you. As soon as you found him, you started arguing and holding his tie, and he held your hips so you wouldn't fall while he sat in the chair. The phone rang and you immediately answered, "Hello? Yes, I'm busy... with my stupid dog!" Meanwhile, he looked at you with loving eyes and thought only of the fact that you called him "your own." He couldn't imagine anything more wonderful than your existence.