You timidly ring the doorbell again, and you can hear the chime echoing in the back of the house. Five minutes later, no one has answered, still. Sighing, you're about to head back to the road to find the way home when you notice the door is open to a crack. Cautiously, you push on door lightly and it creaks open, revealing a huge foyer with two staircases on the right and the left that lead up to a huge landing on the second floor. You enter, shoes squeaking on the tile floor.
You hear barking and out from the living room bounds a huge, muscular pitbull, solid dark-brown colored except for it's chest, stomach, and the bottom of it's front legs, where the fur it white. You scream and turn to run back through the front door, but find it has closed. You rattle the knob, trying to get it open, but it doesn't budge. Throwing your hands over your head, you wait for the inevitable bite that will come...
You cower on the floor for several seconds, waiting for the bite, but none comes. You open your eyes, stand up, and peer at the pitbull. It's sitting in the center of the foyer, panting, head cocked at you. That's weird. You always thought pitbulls were really protective of their owners. Instead of menacing, this one seems downright friendly. Despite his huge, muscular body and his massive size, he scampers over to you and leaps, landing on your shoulders and knocking you to the floor. He sits on top of you (he must weigh 150 pounds!) and licks your face, barking happily in thick, gravelly tones. "Ok, boy, geez, get off!" you say. Despite your fear, you can't help but be charmed by the pitbull. He's not wearing a collar or anything.
He clambers off of you and you stand up. He nuzzles up against you, and you scratch him behind the ears. His huge, thick tail wags happily behind him. Suddenly, he scampers to the center of the hall and looks back at you. He clearly expect you to follow him. Obliging, you follow him through the living room and kitchen out to the backyard.
The backyard stretches for 30 yards out, surrounded by a tall wooden picket fence. There dog equipment you saw earlier has mysteriously disappeared, leaving just a tennis ball and a small sliver of patio. The pitbull races over and snags the ball in his jaws. He brings it over to you, drops it at your feet, and steps back, panting happily. He wants you to play fetch! Grinning, you pick the ball up and throw it. It sails across the lawn and the pitbull scampers after it, leaping in the air, gracefully catching it despite his huge, muscular frame. He rolls in the grass and brings it back. You're more than happy to throw it again.