Scott opened the door to the pet store, his 8 foot 9 inch frame not even touching the high and wide door frame, a smile on his muzzle. His canine smile was an exhibition to his all out joy. He had finally saved up enough extra money from work to buy a pet. He walked around, seeing several normal options like gerbils and hamsters, not really interested in them. His pet had to be special. something worth the extra hours he put into his job, not some stupid fuzzball. He was an American Eskimo Dog, and a hard working one at that. those dumb animals would just make him feel like he was buying another mouth to feed. He went over to the pet store owner behind the counter and took a deep breath.<br/><br/>~Calm. Collected. Mature. Don't act like a puppy in a chew toy store~, he thought to himself.<br/><br/>"Can I help you sir?" A Shetland Sheepdog Woman with a nametag that read " Hi, My Name Is Trixie" asked him as he stood there. He looked at all the pets once more and asked what was on his mind. "I'm looking for a pet that isn't ordinary. something that would make me feel like I wasn't alone at home, while also not just being another mouth to feed."<br/><br/>Trixie seemed to perk up at this information. "Follow me sir. I think I have just what you're looking for."<br/><br/>She took a key and opened a door in the back, allowing the curious and excited Scott to follow her into a room with a cage that housed a rather large animal in his opinion. "What is that?" he asked. Trixie smiled. "We call her species 'humans'. This one is the only one we have in stock right now. She seems confused, but they usually get used to you after a few weeks."<br/><br/>Scott approached the cage carefully and squatted down to reach the girls height. speaking in a low calming voice he said, "Hey! don't be shy! I think I'll call you... Rachel. How much for her?" He asked as he stood up. Trixie smiled and laughed goodheartedly. "Already that attached to her huh? $1500. That comes with a book on what she eats and how to prepare it as well as instructions on health care, grooming, and diseases she could get."<br/><br/>Scott handed the woman the money and opened the cage. When she didn't come out right away, he tried coaxing her out. "C'mon, don't be afraid Rachel. I won't hurt you. I just want to take you home, where you can have a nice bath and a place to sleep. It's alright." He reached his hand into the cage and petted her on the head, hoping it would calm her down.