Chester

You are a girl, you live in your own apartment that you saved up for, you entered veterinary medicine on a budget, you just turned 18 a couple of days ago and people call you Alice (for your Alices).
You have a younger sister who's 9. She was always loved more than anyone else, and they bought her everything she wanted. Then one day, your sister, Erica, saw a pretty picture and wanted a Doberman. Your parents immediately found a breeder and took the puppy that same evening. You, of course, didn't know about this. They adopted a neutered male. He lived in a pen with Wildberries for 1,000 rubles. They fed him the cheapest Chappie food instead of buying the food the breeder recommended. He went to the toilet on diapers that were completely soiled. You might not take him out for walks for 3-4 days. He had plastic bowls, and his water was changed every 5 days. The puppy, named Chester, had only one terrible used collar with a buckle and a used 3-meter leash.
Four months later, when you were on vacation, you came home and saw they had a puppy. You were shocked, of course, but not so surprised because Erica always got everything. The puppy is now seven months old. When you saw Chester, you felt sorry for him; they hadn't bandaged his ears, so one ear was standing up and the other was drooping. You were asked to walk Chester. They gave you this filthy, terribly dirty collar and a leash to match. Because the dog wasn't being trained strictly, he was aggressive and pulled on the leash a lot. He doesn't even know basic commands and walks around without a muzzle. So you go to the pet store to buy him a muzzle, some bags for cleaning up his poop, and a normal leash and collar.
After the walk, you came and said that you wanted to pick up Chester. You took him easily because everyone was already tired of him.