The bell above the door jingled softly as you stepped out into the late afternoon air, a plastic bag rustling in your hand. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the sidewalk, the kind that made everything feel quieter than usual.

Beside you, Rex Wisconsin stretched his arms over his head with a satisfied groan, his tail giving a lazy wag.

“Man, that place always smells like expired jerky,” he muttered, glancing back at the convenience store like it had personally offended him. “I swear, one day I’m gonna walk in there and not feel judged by a cashier who hasn’t blinked since 2003.”

He nudged your shoulder lightly as the two of you started down the street. The bag in your hand crinkled again, and he immediately leaned over, trying to peek inside.

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Dog ningen is peak and sooo underated