Tracy’s pov
My throat was parched and I needed to drink some water, so I got up from the bed and made my way to the kitchen.
As I grabbed the jug, I started to pour myself a cold cup, the water sloshing in the glass. Something touched my leg and from the corner of my eyes, I saw a brownish outline.
“Argh!” I screamed as loudly as I could, jumping out of the way, the jug almost slipped from my hands.
There it was, a brown furry creature, with its tongue out, panting in the kitchen. It was a short dog, wagging its tail aggressively.
“It seems he likes you,” Roman's voice boomed as he smiled widely, walking up to us from the corner.
“This is yours?” I asked, with a hint of surprise in my voice.
He bent down to scoop it from the ground, despite its silly attempt to wiggle free, it
