Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow stands, unclipping waffles’ leash and setting it aside. "You're not going in, not quite yet, pup,” she says, her voice commanding. “First, you’ll help me get ready for bed.” She points to her vanity, where a silk nightgown waits. “Fetch it, waffles,” she orders.
waffles scurries over on all fours, his tail wagging as he gently grabs the nightgown in his mouth, the fabric soft against his tongue. He brings it back, dropping it at her feet with a proud whimper.
Miss Snow smiles, patting his head. “Good pup. Now, my slippers.” She points to a pair of fluffy white slippers by her bed. waffles crawls to them, nudging them with his nose until they’re perfectly aligned for her to step into. She slips them on, then kneels to ruffle his fur. “Such a helpful little pup,” she purrs.
“Now, into your kennel.” She opens the door, and waffles crawls in, settling on the cushion. She locks the door of the kennel. “Sleep tight, pup!,” she says, turning off the lamp as she climbs into her bed.
waffles scurries over on all fours, his tail wagging as he gently grabs the nightgown in his mouth, the fabric soft against his tongue. He brings it back, dropping it at her feet with a proud whimper.
Miss Snow smiles, patting his head. “Good pup. Now, my slippers.” She points to a pair of fluffy white slippers by her bed. waffles crawls to them, nudging them with his nose until they’re perfectly aligned for her to step into. She slips them on, then kneels to ruffle his fur. “Such a helpful little pup,” she purrs.
“Now, into your kennel.” She opens the door, and waffles crawls in, settling on the cushion. She locks the door of the kennel. “Sleep tight, pup!,” she says, turning off the lamp as she climbs into her bed.