It had been far too long since Dewey had forgotten his exercise regimen. Though there was little consequence when you didnât gain or lose weight, the activity managed to offer him an escape of sorts. With nothing else to focus on but a main goal, his mind didnât have much time to wander, and the physical activity let loose a steady stream of dopamine. One of the few times he found himself truly at peace was engaging in a jog or run, and today afforded the perfect weather for either one. He wasnât going to pass up the opportunity. Not with the multitude of heavy thoughts swirling inside of his head.
He had broken into a sprint, stemmed back slightly to a humanâs typical pace of course, but the effects were the same. Relishing in the wind flowing past him, crisp air brushing against his equally cool skin. For a good half hour, there had been nothing but himself and a few passers by along the circular paths surrounding Wonderland park. At the forty-five minute mark, he finally slowed to a light jog, beginning to truly take in the varying sights around him, when he became acutely aware of a padding not too far behind his own steps.
Glancing backwards revealed, not a human or any other supernatural, but a rather large German shepherd. He was keeping up a decent pace with Deweyâs own steps, and when he finally slowed to a halt, the canine followed suit. At least for a moment; soon enough he grew bored of the break in movement, and surged upon Deweyâs legs, barking animatedly. âWhoa, there, hold on, boy⊠goodness, youâre quite friendly, arenât you?â He chuckled softly, kneeling down to properly scratch underneath the scruffy chin. The search for any identifying tags came up empty, and he glanced around for a moment before spying someone approaching. âExcuse me? You, uh, wouldnât happen to have lost a dog, would you?â
As her daughter ran a few feet in front of her with a small red heart shaped balloon wrapped around her wrist, Gianna couldnât help but smile at the excitement on her daughters face at how her mother had chosen to embrace the Valentineâs Day spirit by buying her the balloon. Sheâd also be getting her a few more little things but she couldnât have Nikkie around for that day since it was meant to be a surprise. âDoggy!â Nikkie soon chimed as she looked off and pointed towards a German Shepherd who was very much drowning a man in itâs affection. Gently grabbing Nicoleâs hand, the woman led the girl down the path and kept her away at the mans question, âMuch to this ones dismay, we donât have a dog so Iâm awfully sorry. Perhaps you could take it to the shelter and see if it has a chip in it for tracking purposes? Or put around some âfound dogâ posters and wait until someone comes forth to claim it.â
