Brount

Woof barkbark arf bark, woof grrr bark ruff barkbark arf!

Ruff arf arf woof grrr

Grrr woof grrr!!! Bark bark arf woof bark auf arf arf grrr!!! ❄️

Bark arf arf

Woof woof!

[ He crouches down immediately, digging into his coat and pulling out a small paper-wrapped bundle ]

I brought you something. Look—treat. See? You like these, right?

[ He offers one, gently, ]

Good boy!! Oh, you do like them. Here’s another. That one doesn’t count, it was tiny. And that was just a warm-up one.

[ Another treat. ]

You’ve earned this. Really. You’ve been so good. And brave. And big and soft.

[ Another treat. Then two more. ]

I know it looks like a lot, but it’s not. You’ve got a fast metabolism. It’s fine. It won’t hurt. You deserve it.

[ Another treat. ]

Okay—okay, fine, here.

[ He gives up, gently placing the entire little bag of treats at Brount’s feet, before patting him gently. ]

Don’t eat the paper now! Or do! I’m not in charge of you.

WOOF ARF!

*eats the treats, tail wagging*

υ´• ﻌ •`υ

-@tribundupeuple

*wags tail and leans into the pats*

Can you give me your paw?

Good boy!

@henriette-de-robespierre

RUFF RUFF!

*wags tail*

Bark arf woof