Princess made dinner. The four pups were on their high chairs eating their mashed potatoes and avocado pudding. The kitchen was filled with the rhythmic clinking of small plastic spoons against bowls, Princess's chest rising and falling in quick, uneven puffs as her hands flew around the counter, plating yet another massive batch of food.
The pups were eating on their own, some messing themselves up but still trying. Green pudding was smeared across little cheeks and tiny fingers, their small feet kicking happily against the colorful chair legs while their lungs let out sweet, messy giggles.
Beam and Kiara were also present, all having spaghetti and meatballs. The dining table was packed with steaming platters, the rich scent of tomatoes filling the air as forks twirled rapidly through long noodles.
Then....
