Katana's POV
"Do I need to be dressed up for this?" I ask as I walk into the living room of my London penthouse.
"Nope." My agent says as I look at her.
"They're here to talk to you so you get to wear whatever you want." Skye Richardson, my agent and now best friend, says as my dogs walk into the room.
"Hi pups." I say as I look at my two service dogs.
Yes I have two service dogs.
I've had seizures for as long as I can remember and in January 2019 I got a seizure service dog named Appa.
Appa is a male, 4 year, White German Shepherd who's done wonders for my seizures.
My other service dog is a PTSD service dog I got last month and his name is Socks.
Socks was supposed to go to someone else, but Socks wasn't getting along with the person he was supposed to go with so he was put with me as his last chance and we instantly clicked.
I got Socks due to what I went through in the beginning of the year.
"We'll go out in a minute Boys." I say then I look back at my Best Friend. "When will they be here?" I ask.
"Any minute now." Skye says as her service dog walks into the room causing both of us to look at him.
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