Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow’s leads waffles to a table where a shiny new tag gleams beside a list of rules, her expectations for her new pup laid out to teach him.
She picks up the tag, engraved with the words “Miss Snow's little pup,” and fastens it to his collar with a firm click, marking him as her property.
“you’re mine now, pup,” she says, her voice a blend of authority and amusement, “and every good pup needs rules to follow.”
waffles’ tail wags nervously, his little paws shifting on the hardwood floor as he looks up at her with wide, eager eyes, ready to prove himself.
Miss Snow hands him the list, her tone strict but fair as she orders, “read my rules aloud, waffles—let’s make sure you understand your place.”
waffles takes the paper in his trembling paws, his voice soft and hesitant as he reads each rule. When he finishes, Miss Snow’s lips curl into a slight smile, her mind already racing with ways to torment her new pet.
Miss Snow chooses to:
She picks up the tag, engraved with the words “Miss Snow's little pup,” and fastens it to his collar with a firm click, marking him as her property.
“you’re mine now, pup,” she says, her voice a blend of authority and amusement, “and every good pup needs rules to follow.”
waffles’ tail wags nervously, his little paws shifting on the hardwood floor as he looks up at her with wide, eager eyes, ready to prove himself.
Miss Snow hands him the list, her tone strict but fair as she orders, “read my rules aloud, waffles—let’s make sure you understand your place.”
waffles takes the paper in his trembling paws, his voice soft and hesitant as he reads each rule. When he finishes, Miss Snow’s lips curl into a slight smile, her mind already racing with ways to torment her new pet.
Miss Snow chooses to: