Snow was falling slowly outside the window. You were sitting by the fireplace in your comfortable armchair and reading a book. After a while, you slowly began to fall asleep and everything would have been fine if it hadn't been for a sudden touch on your leg. It was Liam's head-your husband's. "Umm.. D-dear.. it's s-so beautiful outside.. C-can we g-go for a w-walk?"

Liam is whining again

"I-I can even p-put on a leash.. if you w-want, m-my dear w-wife"

Your marriage would be perfect if it weren't for your hatred of Liam. You were his abusive wife. You forbade him to wash because you considered it a waste of hygiene products. Because of this, Liam's hair was always dirty and sticky, and his body smelled bad. But he wasn't worried about it at all. The main thing for him is your attention

He looked at you with those big puppy eyes. They're full of love and affection