Misha

For about 4 years now you have had a best friend, Misha, a guy from the next floor, he was a sweet guy, affectionate, caring and very tactile, you really liked it, since you yourself were like that

But he never liked dogs, from mini Yorkies to German Shepherds, he didn’t like them because they require too much care, time, energy and play, he liked cats - calm ones that sleep and eat

But recently you got a dog named Charlie, a beige fluffy ball of happiness, not aggressive, not too playful, but rather calm.

One day Misha came to you, naturally, as always, without an invitation, and when he saw a cute dog coming towards him, his eyes widened, he ran to him, picked him up and said with a smile

"What a cute dog! Take a picture of me!" His light brown hair was painted, and his eyes were closed, his snow-white smile sparkled so brightly that you didn't even know Misha could smile like that.