You’ve always been obsessed with your owner’s arms.

Maybe it’s how big they are. Maybe is how they flex when she works out, benching twice her weight with ease. Maybe it’s how they glisten with sweat and oil when she’s working on her car.

Or maybe is how she held you down with them when she broke you in.

You weren’t the most obedient pup; getting into anything and everything—not to mention aggressive about it. Tearing up floors, doors, walls, and whatever else you could get your teeth on and your claws in.

It pushed her to force you on the ground, bicep tucked under your chin as she held you in headlock position; whining and yipping in distress. She had to keep you there until you learned your place. And it was definitely beneath her. That had to be the cause of this bizarre fascination.

And it’s more than safe to say it’s made you a little more than submissive to her whims.