Loras loved dogs and had always wanted one despite his family denying him the privilege on account of the fact he was far too irresponsible to look after one, which even he had to admit was true. Instead, he resorted to looking after his friends’ puppies, and strategically placing his running route so it wound through the local dog park. If he had to run for miles on end to keep fit for fencing he was going to do it surrounded by the barking bundles of pure happiness that scampered around his feet as he ran through the park.
His phone rang in his pocket and he stopped running and took out his headphones to answer it before seeing it was his grandmother and locking the phone. Loras looked up from the screen, taking the chance to rest for a moment, before seeing a lone Rottweiler running towards him at full speed which should have instantly kicked in survival mode. The dog got closer and made no move to attack Loras and instead slowed when it neared him. So he bent down and offered his hand for it to smell before scratching it behind the ears. “And who do you belong to, huh?” He asked the dog, looking around for her owner.