Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow’s smirk softens into a rare, approving smile as she leans back in her plush chair, her piercing gaze warming with satisfaction at waffles’ performance. “well done, waffles,” she purrs, her voice a blend of authority and warmth that makes waffles’ tail wag furiously, his little paws trembling with pride on the hardwood floor. “you’ve remembered my rules perfectly—i knew you’d be a good pup for me.”
She reaches into a small drawer beside her chair, pulling out a shiny treat—a soft, chewy bone-shaped biscuit—and holds it just out of reach, teasing him for a moment before tossing it to him. waffles catches it eagerly in his paws, his wide eyes sparkling with joy as he nibbles on his reward, feeling the weight of her approval settle over him like a warm blanket. Miss Snow rises, tugging his leash gently to bring him closer, and scratches behind his ears, her touch firm but affectionate.
Next she decides to...
She reaches into a small drawer beside her chair, pulling out a shiny treat—a soft, chewy bone-shaped biscuit—and holds it just out of reach, teasing him for a moment before tossing it to him. waffles catches it eagerly in his paws, his wide eyes sparkling with joy as he nibbles on his reward, feeling the weight of her approval settle over him like a warm blanket. Miss Snow rises, tugging his leash gently to bring him closer, and scratches behind his ears, her touch firm but affectionate.
Next she decides to...