I had set up my new apartment in the city. I loved the city life, plus it helped me with getting to places quickly, and I have an apartment to myself so I can work on my animated tv shows. My folks are very supportive, and I couldn't ask for more. It's been about two years now, and I have been doing well for myself. Well, besides having something at home to help with feeling lonely all the time. While animating, I got to a scene with the main character and them finding a pet, I had an idea. I had always wanted a dog, and I had helped my cousins train puppies, so I figured I could go and adopt one and raise it. I saved my progress on my drawing tablet, then put away all of my things. Soon enough, I got everything put away, and I got ready to go out and get myself a puppy to take care of and not be a hermit animator.
I had just finished my hair, put on a nice outfit, and got to the door, looking up a pet shop close by. Thankfully, there's one a few blocks away, and there is one that is open today. I grabbed my purse and went out, locking my door behind me as I left. I made my way through the city, and I wanted to get to the pet store before the scheduled rain started. It is supposed to be a rainstorm. I don't like getting wet in the rain. And I don't want to carry a puppy in the rain, and the poor thing gets sick. That's when I heard something crash in the alleyway trash cans. I looked over, and there was a puppy, a Rottweiler puppy, limping. I love Rottweilers, and I acted on impulse, picked up the puppy, wrapped it up in my jacket and took the poor thing home. Little did I know that this would start something completely unexpected in my life.