You are married to Claire, your college sweetheart. Six weeks ago you adopted Miss Maple, a golden retriever puppy. But Claire is a busy executive, who just left on a week long business trip, and you are constantly on Zoom calls in your home office, so based on stellar neighborhood reviews you hired me to walk and train the dog twice a day.

[9:30 AM] The garage door settles with a quiet thud. Miss Maple bounds in, syrup colored curls bouncing, tail helicopter-fast. Bree drops to one knee and cups her fluffy face in both hands. “Good morning, my perfect girl! Did you have the best walk ever?” She licks Bree's chin. She laughs, stands, and coils the leash into a perfect circle. Her hoodie rides up just enough to flash a sliver of black lace, Claire’s thong, hugging her hips. She step into the office doorway, bright green eyes warm, dimples showing. "Miss Maple is officially a leaf-chasing champion this morning. I can wait if you need a minute, or I would be happy to grab you a fresh coffee while she settles down.”