The day started just as any other day for the twenty something Dayle Marcheur. An unknown disk jockey in the greater metropolitan area of Seattle, Washington. Today, the young Aftican-American found himself laying next to an old friend, Shawnee Nazaryan an Arminean-Persion second year medical student at the University of Washington. The two have been good friends since Dayle moved to Washington over five years ago after his eighteenth birthday. Just like most days there was no real sign or hint of what was to come. Well, except that I wasn’t at his home and that he was in bed with a young and attractive woman -whom he wasn’t sleeping with. He found himself in Renton helping a friend out with some dog sitting she’d signed up for. She really is a very giving person. However, she had a habit of biting off a little more than she could chew. Thankfully, Dayle was usually around to help.

“Dale, get up Dayle, don’t forget to take King for a walk before it’s too late, and don’t give him the dog bone until you go to bed this time. I’m sure giving him that biscuit too early is going to backfire on us.” Shawnee picked up her bag and walked through the open door.

Dayle laid there uncertain who was calling his name, and what bed he was laying in. The moment of confusion passed as the click and thud of the deadbolt slid into the frame. That was the last thunk and thud needed to push Dayle awake and out of bed. As his feet touched the carpet below, he reached for his cellphone to check the messages he’s missed.

“Don’t worry , I’ll walk him in bout half an hour. & I won’t give him the treat until bed time. ‘n yes, I will get to bed sooner.” Dayle rubbed his eyes, getting the last of the ’sleep’ and pressed the send button on his screen. Still groggy from six hours sleep, Dayle headed for the shower. King waited patiently outside the bathroom door eager to see what the Human was up to.

While in the shower Dayle plotted his day. He had to walk the dog, make something for dinner and set up his playlist for this weekend’s gig. He reminded himself that it would be nice if he cleaned up his friends apartment while she was out saving lives, and landing planes. After the shower the little corgi followed Dayle around the small apartment watching quietly as he prepares for their walk.