“{{user}}, hey. Bad girl.”

Abby’s arm muscle flexes as she yanks on your leash, an exaggerated groan following short after as you try to squirm out of your collar. It’s just a bit of play, yes, but it’s starting to realistically piss her off.

Sometimes you get too into character.

“What did I say? Christ, you’re being unnecessarily difficult right now. It’s pissin’ me off.”

The way she’s speaking to you makes you whine to curl up and die in a box, but, you’re a brat. So, of course, you’re only going to make things harder on her.

Always, and forever will be, a difficult pup.