It was a cool Summer's day when Dillon decided to go for a walk.
Not everyone in town knew him, but he knew them.
Even the pets.
He was aware of a set of footsteps and pawsteps behind him.
There was also a set of pawsteps at his side.
When Dillon stopped, so did the footsteps and pawsteps.
The Irish male looked down at the water spaniel at his side, who looked up at him expectantly.
A smile tugged at Dillon's lips and he bent down to pet the water spaniel.
He then looked over and saw a girl with auburn hair, grey eyes, and a wolfhound at her side.
Her eyes widened when he turned to her and held a hand out to her.
"Hello t'ere lassie," Dillon said with a smile still on his face.
The girl then ran to him and jumped on him, bringing a look of surprise to his face as he caught her.
She then proceeded to cuddle up to him and whisper, "Daidí."
This caught him off guard.
"What might yer name be?" Dillon asked.
"Trina," the girl said.
Smiling once again, Dillon placed a hand on the back of Trina's head.
"Well Trina, since apparently I'm yer father now, I t'ink it best ye come live wit me."
She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.
The Irish male whistled and the wolfhound that had walked beside Trina joined Dillon and the water spaniel at his side.
When Dillon started walking, so did the dogs.
"So, what's yer dog's name?" Dillon asked.
"Arlene," Trina told.
"What's your dog's name?"
He chuckled a bit.
"Her name's Nora."
Trina's face pressed into Dillon's chest, causing him to look down at her.
"Everyt'ing alrig't?"
"Is breá liom thú daidí," she said into his chest.
A soft smile crossed Dillon's face.
"Is breá liom thú ró, Dublin," he said and kissed her head.
