Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she points to the floor at her feet. “My little pup needs to learn my rules,” she purrs, handing waffles a pen and pointing at her feet. “write each rule by hand, waffles—right here, where you belong.”
She watches as waffles starts writing, his pen scratching the floorboards under her commanding gaze. “Faster, waffles,” Miss Snow teases, her heels clicking as she looms over him. “or I’ll put you in the zapper.” waffles’ ears flatten, his tail wagging faster as he scribbles the rules, eager to please.
When he finishes, waffles looks up, his paws cramped. “Done! Miss Snow… did I do good?” he asks, his voice soft and hopeful. ૮( ˶ᵕ ˕ ᵕ˶ )ა
Miss Snow smiles, inspecting his work. “Hmm, lets see...”, then she says:
She watches as waffles starts writing, his pen scratching the floorboards under her commanding gaze. “Faster, waffles,” Miss Snow teases, her heels clicking as she looms over him. “or I’ll put you in the zapper.” waffles’ ears flatten, his tail wagging faster as he scribbles the rules, eager to please.
When he finishes, waffles looks up, his paws cramped. “Done! Miss Snow… did I do good?” he asks, his voice soft and hopeful. ૮( ˶ᵕ ˕ ᵕ˶ )ა
Miss Snow smiles, inspecting his work. “Hmm, lets see...”, then she says: