Ontario, Canada.
Alliana's pov:
I took Peluche inside because it started to rain, the droplets tapping against the window panes like tiny drumbeats. With his small size, I knew he could easily get dirty in the mud and puddles that formed outside.
Once inside, I scooped him up, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against my skin, and carried him to the bathroom. I placed him on the counter and began to clean his paws with a damp cloth, watching as he wriggled and squirmed in protest.
"You're such a little troublemaker," I chuckled, affectionately ruffling his fur as I gently wiped away the dirt and grime. After cleaning his paws, I reached for the paw butter, applying it to his little pads to keep them soft and moisturized.
