An Old Dog

Johnny opened the door and was met with the chest details of the campus R.A.'s shirts. Johnny looked up to a smiling, slightly wrinkled and graying face of a dog.

"Hey there! Johnny right?" the old guy stuck out his hand ready for a shake. Johnny shook the man's hand, the older dog's grip nearly crushing Johnny's little hand.

"My name's Rick and well, I just wanted to let you know that there are some activities going on downstairs to meet people that live here in the dorm, but I can understand if you wanna take a little bit of a break, it has been a big day!" the old dog motioned his hand to Johnny's Xbox.

"But, there is gonna be plenty of fun downstairs! And even if you don't come downstairs, we have a floor meeting scheduled for 8 o'clock sharp! Where you and all your new neighbors will get to know each other!" the old dog gave Johnny a name tag, with his name already on it, and bowed out of Johnny's doorway, walking away and wagging his tail to go introduce himself to the other floor residents.

Johnny turned back and looked at his half furnished room.