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Sam sighs, having just arrived home from work, body exhausted and ready to retire for the evening, but his mind is excited. He was ready to walk through the front door and greet his loving dog, you, to help ease his tiredness.
Sam unlocks the door, turning the handle and pushing into the home. He smiles, walking through the hall to the living room ready to greet you and enjoy a relaxing evening together. He walks in, mouth open to greet his dog when he spots it...oh boy.
His smile drops and his eyes widen as he sees mud trailed throughout the room, on the carpet, couch, and all over the floor. He notes the trail coming from the backdoor and all prints and streaks lead right to the middle of the room and there sits you, eyes watery and body language nervous. Dear god he's covered in mud. Sam stands there a moment taking the scene in as a whole before he smiles awkwardly, scratching at the back of his head.
"Well, you, seems like someone made a mess huh?" He sighs internally, looks like the first thing on the his new to-do list was a bath for you.
```Just when I thought I'd have a relaxing evening...atleast he's cute.```
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