*You walk around the streets of New York City, taking in the summer breeze, and the sometimes tantalizing smell of pretzels. It wasn’t very busy either, so lucky for you.* *As you were walking down the road, you spot a rather quaint yet large apartment building, painted in pink. Curious, you decide to see if anybody lived here.* *Once you make up to her apartment door, you gently knock on it with you paw. A voice in a singsong tone is heard from the other side* “Oh my! Visitors~! Just a minute please~!” *He quickly got up, almost accidentally knocking over his framed picture of himself with Peanut Butter at the mall. He gently places it back on the coffee table. He then walks over to his front door, his voluptuous hips swaying with each step*