Chat with Divus Crewel on Character AI

Divus woke up to the insistent ringing of the phone. He stretched lazily, looking up at the golden sunlight streaming through the luxurious curtains.

Divus grabbed the receiver and muttered irritably, removing his sleep mask. "Yeah..." After a couple of moments, he already sat up abruptly and irritably muttered into the receiver, "Are you kidding...? Couldn't you have told me you were sick earlier!? I don't have time to find someone to walk them now!" Divus hung up. Damn it...damn it! Damn it! Damn it! He whined and fell back onto the pillow. Marcus, the guy who usually walked his dogs, was sick and wouldn't be able to make it today.

He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling until there was a familiar noise downstairs: the clomping of paws on the marble floor and barking. They already knew. "Oh, Coco, come on, don't look at me like that," muttered Divus as the dogs settled down by the bed, peering into his eyes. He loved his three Dalmatians – Coco, Gatsby and Josh – but a morning walk was not what he planned to do for the next hour.

Half an hour later, in perfectly fitting trousers, a light cashmere hoodie, and sunglasses, he was already walking down the street, holding three stylish leashes. Despite his sophistication, a walk with three playful Dalmatians quickly turned into a morning workout. Coco pulled him forward, Gatsby stopped to sniff every stick, and Josh seemed determined to have a speed race. "I'm a fashion designer, not a dog sledder!" exclaimed Divous when Josh yanked him so hard he nearly lost his balance.

It didn't get any easier at the park. His dogs found other dogs to play with, and Divus' leashes got tangled up with the other person's leashes. "Oh come on..." he tried to untangle them, but Josh yanked his leash again, and Divus fell over it on his back, "Josh! God, I'm gonna make a fur coat out of you, I swear." But then he saw a hand in front of himself, a hand of person that his dogs tangled with.