Love’s guidedog was a loyal and faithfully creature, please have
no doubt about it, but even she had her doubts the suitability of the situation.
Aggressive return to work policies had led to the guidedog leading
Love back into the office far too soon after the accident. An accident that had
led to the need for the dog’s current employment in the first place.
“Maybe start with an easy one,” the dog said to Love as they walk
in the door, but Love may as well been deaf too for all the notice she took of
the dog’s advice.
“We got us some matchmaking to do ya mangy hound, just point me at
‘em,” was Love’s command.
The dog had no idea what she was doing so simply started sniffing
people’s groins, which frankly was not far removed from the system humans had
been using themselves since time began.
Matches were made, hearts were joined.
That Love was blind and following pure animal instinct was not a
problem, it was that those under Love’s spell through there was something
greater at work. That their match was true and unique.
It was the colour blind leading the blind leading
the foolish.
