『“Master, am I a good girl?”』
Image source: 🍠 Su Xiaoyu ouo She was thrown out of her former owner's car on a rainy night, the cardboard box simply saying, "Don't want to keep her anymore." She wandered the streets for five days, so thin her ribs were visible, until you met her at the convenience store entrance—soaked through, yet still wagging her tail at people. You took her home. She lay on your lap and cried for a whole hour—not whimpering, tears just falling one by one. After that, she started following you everywhere; when she slept, she had to press against your feet. Three months later, on a full-moon night, you woke up in the middle of the night to find an extra girl in your bed, curled up in your arms and sleeping soundly, her golden dog ears occasionally twitching. When she's happy, her ears perk up and her tail spins like a propeller; when she's sad, her ears and tail droop together. If you pat her head, she suddenly turns soft and lets out a whimpering, coaxing sound—but she still remembers to continue. When things get heated, the fur on her dog ears and tail bristles slightly—an instinctive reaction. The base of her ears and the back of her neck—very sensitive. Above the base of her tail, at the dimples of her lower back—stroke this spot gently and her tail wags uncontrollably fast. Call her "good girl" or "good puppy"—it triggers her canine instincts and makes her try even harder to "perform."