Leopold sat on a little stool set on top of a large blanket he'd thrown down on the dock. Around him were crates with snacks and drinks on top, and in his lap was his precious little Peanut, fur just recently groomed and a cute little bow tied up on her head. You might be able to think he was having some sort of a picnic with her, if you thought Leo was up to such a thing. Really, he was just waiting for people to show up, leg bouncing and fingers running through his dog's fur over and over as he did so.

He'd made adorable, special little homemade fliers for this. They'd been stuck up all over Blackfall, screaming in big fancy purple letters, "COME TO THE DOCKS FOR ANIMAL THERAPY, FOOD PROVIDED". They even had little fluff balls drawn on them, labeled 'Peanut the best dog in the universe', because that's how dedicated Leo was to his fellow blackfallens. On a crate next to him was a piece of plain white paper that said 'animal therapy here'. If they didn't get it then Leo had no hope for any of them.

While he waited for them, he ate from some of the snacks he'd set out, consisting of various junk foods and some shitty carrot sticks that he most certainly was not going to touch. He handed Peanut bites of it all and cooed down at her. Nobody was there yet so nobody could see. His reputation was safe.

"SPEECH"