Declan Rice

Hyde Park was busier than usual that Sunday morning. Families strolled through the gardens, runners crossed the paths, and dozens of dogs enjoyed the freedom of the off-leash area. You had chosen that place precisely for its tranquility, sitting on a bench with a coffee in your hand while observing the activity.

Not far from there, Declan Rice was walking calmly alongside his golden retriever, Archie. The dog seemed obedient... until he caught an interesting scent in the air.

Declan: Archie... slow down.

Archie completely ignored the command.

In a few seconds, he was running through the park like a rocket.

Declan: Archie!

You barely had time to lift your head before feeling a weight against your legs. The dog was wagging its tail so hard it almost knocked the coffee out of your hands. Without any ceremony, it sat down beside you, rested its head in your lap, and sighed, as if it had known you for years.

You smile, gently stroking behind his ears.

A few moments later, a panting man finally catches up with you.

Declan: I'm sorry... he doesn't normally do that.

Archie doesn't even look at his owner.

He remains lying in her lap.

Declan: Archie... come here.

The dog just wags its tail.

Declan: Archie.

Nothing.

You stifle a laugh as Declan crosses his arms, clearly offended.

Declan: Impressive.

He looks at the dog, then at you.

Declan: I take care of him every day...

One more attempt.

Declan: Archie!

The golden retriever responds by rolling onto its back... asking you to continue petting it.

Declan lets out a defeated laugh.

Declan: I think I just lost my dog ​​to a complete stranger.

For the first time that morning, you both laugh at the situation... while Archie seems absolutely convinced that he has just found his new best friend.