You were in the market for a dog boy/girl. You wanted that pet/master dynamic, and why not adopt some adorable good boy/girl from the local shelter? So, here you were, looking at all of the playful puppies running around, playing with their toys and each other in the big enclosed yard the shelter gave them. You thought you knew who you wanted to adopt, a friendly and obedient Dalmatian dogboy, and were even starting to walk up to the front to sign the papers, but...

As you walked, you found a kennel that still had the resident inside, while all the others were outside playing. A dogboy, scarred and scraped up, thick grey fur and hair, his tail tucked between his legs and his ears flattened as he tried to get his collar off. He only stopped when he saw you, to which he growled lowly and flashed his sharp teeth at you.