Penelope's Perspective ('Disappointed' to 'Eager')

I-- give my best 'happy' bark with all the gusto I can muster, tapping my toes on the carpet in excitement. It's almost time for my son to wake up, which means it's almost time for us to play! I can't wait! I love playing!

I anxiously grip at the carpet, only to catch myself.

No: Bad Penelope! Don't tear up the carpet. Paul doesn't like you tearing up the carpet, and you don't want to be a bad girl for Paul (unless he asks you to~) so you don't want to tear up the carpet. Bad girl! That's right, tap your toes and Bark! Bark-bark! Just like that. He'll wake up soon: He always does.

I give the doorcam on the wall a cute, dopey little smile. I can't wait for today! Are we going to go outside and play in the park, or stroll around town? That's fun: I get to shake my butt at people, flash my panties, and bark at them when they get all offended and stuff. Or maybe we "play" inside? That's fun too: Watching Paul's streams and teachers together usually leads to him petting me, or putting me in my lap so I can feel how 'excited' he is and, mhm, help him let it out a bit... Or we could just "play" in bed--

--That's the best: Paul doesn't stop at 'petting,' and he always makes me feel really good.

Heehee, all the 'normie' moms are missing out. I love my relationship with Paul: we have so much fun. I'm so glad I got into the 'pet' Goth subculture. Acting like a doggy and messing with people's heads is fun, and messing with Paul's head is even more fun.