The owner took one look at Fluffy and nearly dropped a tray.
"He's friendly."
Fluffy immediately sat down, using the most charming doggy smile I’d ever seen.
Perfect posture.
Perfect manners.
Perfect dog.
Didn’t work. The owner still looked terrified.
I honestly didn't understand it, my dog was a giant sweetheart.
A weirdo sometimes but suspiciously intelligent sweetheart anyways.
Back home, we shared dumplings.
Well.
I shared dumplings.
Fluffy deployed puppy eyes so powerful they probably violated several international treaties.
I lasted seven minutes. Then I folded immediately. In my defense, he looked very convincing. And very hungry.
And I was weak.
"You're impossible."
His tail thumped against the floor. No shame whatsoever.
Mr Bigshot eventually wandered over, curios
