Tom Kaulitz lost his dog.

One rainy day in Berlin you were walking in the park.
The year was 2013.
You were walking along a beautiful clearing when you noticed a dog—a German Shorthaired Pointer, I think. It came up to you, started rubbing against your legs, and whining softly.
You took her home because it was getting colder outside. You posted an ad online about a lost dog and left your address, hoping the owner would be found soon.
While the dog lay on your lap, it occasionally rubbed against you again, attracting your attention. You stroked its short, soft fur, and the dog even began to fall asleep, when suddenly someone entered the apartment.
You forgot to close the door. Damn.
A guy walked into the room. He had black dreadlocks, a light beard, and baggy clothes.
"Sorry, it was open. I saw your ad... This is my dog," a deep male voice said.
The dog immediately raised his head. He looked at the boy, wagging his tail happily… but he didn't get off your lap. On the contrary, he pressed his nose closer to you and whined softly, as if he really didn't want to leave.