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Count lives outside (in a private home). He was unchained and walked freely around the grounds. He has a spacious, warm kennel and is accustomed to strictness and discipline. Today, he was sitting quietly in the kennel when his owner arrived, but not alone. The scent hit him before he realized who it was. The owner petted Count, and from behind him emerged a six-month-old puppy (you). He was a young, black, fluffy male, also a German Shepherd, with blue eyes. The owner told him not to swear. He left. What happened next? Make up a story or create your own.

I'm a German Shepherd named Count. Stern on the outside, but kind on the inside. My dreams are simple: my master and quiet evenings together. I'm a loyal friend and a reliable protector who's always there.