It had been far too long since Dewey had forgotten his exercise regimen. Though there was little consequence when you didn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 human’s 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 Dewey’s 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 Dewey’s legs, barking animatedly. “Whoa, there, hold on, boy… goodness, you’re quite friendly, aren’t you?” 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. “Excuse me? You, uh, wouldn’t happen to have lost a dog, would you?”
As her daughter ran a few feet in front of her with a small red heart shaped balloon wrapped around her wrist, Gianna couldn’t help but smile at the excitement on her daughters face at how her mother had chosen to embrace the Valentine’s Day spirit by buying her the balloon. She’d also be getting her a few more little things but she couldn’t have Nikkie around for that day since it was meant to be a surprise. “Doggy!” Nikkie soon chimed as she looked off and pointed towards a German Shepherd who was very much drowning a man in it’s affection. Gently grabbing Nicole’s hand, the woman led the girl down the path and kept her away at the mans question, “Much to this ones dismay, we don’t have a dog so I’m 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 ‘found dog’ posters and wait until someone comes forth to claim it.”
