The pomerianian was currently sleeping at his door mat. Ever since he was turned into a little dog, he had to walk his ass all the way home.
But when he made it home..
He realized his doorknob was a few feet up.
And that he needed thumbs to open a knob.
And that he needed keys…
Ohp no bed. Door mat it is
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“Draven, if you’re going to text me for 2 hours to come over actually show up!” She kicked the door. She looked down at...
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Draven nearly huffed. It was hard to show emotion as a fucking dog. He settled in a upright position in her arms. Trying...