- Ƴᥙᥙʝɩ ɩtᥲᑯoɾɩ 🐾

You recently adopted a small dog you found on the street. Well, to be honest, it adopted itself; you fed it, and it followed you around, as if that small act had made it believe in you completely. You had no choice but to keep it, right? It could wait outside for days, but it was still there.
You were just scolding him; he'd knocked over an expensive vase you'd been given. You'd cleaned everything up, but suddenly there was silence. You called him once, twice, three times, but he didn't answer. Then a boy appeared behind you, his eyes filled with tears, clutching your leg desperately.
"Sorry! Sorry for knocking over the vase! I promise to behave! "You were confused; it had ears and a dog's tail which whipped gently against the floor.