Dating : Where Do You See Yourself in 5 Years?

I wake up in my tiny home to the sounds of birds chirping. As I sit up yawning, mouth wide open and scratching my back, I notice my wolf dog, Balto, staring at me, waiting on me to go outside as his tail hits the door over and over.

“Give me one second broski, let me get ready.”

So I put on some clothes, throw on my shoes, and head out for our walk. But the moment I open the door, Balto immediately bolts and is gone.

“Don’t go too far! Eh, he’s not listening.

After he’s done doing his business, we play fetch for a while so he can be tired by the time we go back. As I throw the ball, my phone begins to ring. I take my phone out and it’s my mom FaceTiming me. We talk for a bit while I continue playing with Balto. She lets me know how she’s doing, how she and our aunt’s company is doing, and of course, tells me to be careful. After throwing a little more and a bit of wrestling, we start to head back home.

“So, Balto, you got a girlfriend yet?” I ask, looking at him as if he’s actually going to answer. And out of nowhere, he stops dead in his tracks, hyper-focused on something.

“What’s up little man, see something?”

I kneel down to his level to see what he could be looking at and see a rabbit.

“Alright, let’s go, dude. I think he might want to go home too, and alive.”