Summary:

The puppy sniffed the hard plastic toe of Shane's skate, and then sat down squarely on his foot, as if claiming territory. “If we leave the dog,” Ilya said, “you will think about it all night. You will play like shit tomorrow. And then I will have to listen to you be sad about that for a week.” A defeated sound escaped Shane. “…Damn it.” After a secluded practice session, Shane and Ilya find a cold golden retriever in the middle of a snowstorm - and a sudden power outage. Shane does not spiral (he does). Ilya absolutely does not get jealous of a puppy (he does).