[ Dogs usually don’t leave their owners, certainly not one that’s spent the past few weeks attached at the hip to Erik, whom he’d been spending enough time trying to train to keep up with himself. He wasn’t fond of dogs in the slightest, not when his own childhood had instilled a healthy fear of them as adults, knowing full well what an aggressive dog would do at the bidding of its owners. But this particular puppy was altogether a different case, from her first interaction with Erik that resulted in her managing to trip him over onto his back, to wanting to curl up at the foot of his bed, fully intent on following him everywhere.

Which should have been expected until Erik finally realized she had gone missing one particular moment, having left his vicinity and padded along ahead of him, while he was preoccupied by attempting to make a broadcast: ]

I don’t suppose anyone knows where I can get some dog food? [ Which happens to be said as he enters the kitchen -- ] Unless scraps off the table work well for everyone else with a dog? [ Pausing midstep, Erik considers his words for a moment before continuing. ]

And for that matter, I seem to have misplaced a dog.

[ Not an admission Erik is inclined to usually make, because it’s a slip up; and that’s one thing Erik has never willingly admitted made. If anything, his tone is a bit firm when he continues, because he won’t concede that the puppy is his. A puppy, but not his puppy. ] Small, brown and black. Answers to the name of Anya.

[ There’s a pause as Erik considers trying to add to that description, but he holds back, choosing instead to enter the kitchen, device upturned towards the scene ahead of him ]

Hey, where’d you come from? You hungry?

[ That scene being one Alex Summers with said puppy in arms, facing the fridge with his back turned to Erik and his camera. There’s almost something of a… pleasant, playful sort of tone interrupting Alex’s typical dour monotone as he speaks to the German Shepard puppy in his arms, one hand holding the fridge door open. ]

Let’s see, we got… chicken? [ a glance to the puppy ] No? Don’t like chicken? Okay, uhm. Beef? Beef’s good for dogs, right? [ The puppy gives a happy bark, so the Tupperware of beef gets pulled out and Anya gets set on the group as Alex pulls some out for her, kneeling in front. ] Okay, here, I’ll toss it up and you catch it. Ready? One, two, three--

[ Up goes the beef in the air and up jumps puppy to snap at it, Alex grinning as the dog takes the moment after she scarfs the meat to hop into his lap, licking at his face. ] Good girl! Oh, come on, gross.

( cut to save your flist from bantering over puppies and things )