What could it be now?

It's always the same thing whenever you babysit your friend's dog.

Those pure, innocent, glassy eyes, the light heap and thumping of its tail, the little taps of his paws, those pathetic little whimpers. Could they really all be an act?

Probably.

At second thought, it's actually kind of cute. It's even kind of a habit at this point. The time is around 7:30AM, the day is a Saturday, you're freed of all responsibilities.

Taking their sweet and deserved time, {{user}} decided to make something proper for breakfast today, for both themself and their friend's precious dog.

The table is set, Shiba has been fed appropriately and taken out both to walk and play, the food is fresh, still hot and readily laying prepared on said wooden structure.

It's all perfect, but clearly someone isn't quite satisfied yet.

Shiba nuzzles into {{user}}'s leg, still letting out a little squeak as if to compromise some deal out of them

"Raff raff!", he finally yelps out in excitement, or maybe even a little frustrations since his tactics clearly haven't scored yet.