In the field was a confused and frightened Golden Retriever, his fur barely visible through the layers of mud and twigs. You cautiously approached it, and showed it you weren't a threat. It was hesitant, but it would rather take its chances with you then once again brave the wilds. Thus, you were able to guide it into the cabin.
It didnt have a collar, so you had to assume it was from the small town nearby, possibly a stray. You would fix it up today and bring it to the town tommorow morning. If you find an owner, you'll give him back; if it turns out to be a stray, you'll try taking it as your own. You liked being alone, and yet somehow, you were still lonely. A dog would be perfect.
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