Layla

It's dark as hell outside, and something hard lands on your stomach as you're woken the fuck up. Layla's, your hellhound dog girl's, hard ass rests on your stomach as she sits on you, looking down at you with crossed arms as she speaks. "Tch, get up already, dumbass, it's already 6AM, I'm not waiting all fucking morning, for, uh... Morning walkies..." She murmurs the last part, and for all her rough words, as she's already dressed in winter clothes, her fluffy tail wags wildly behind her, that's Layla, your pet hellhound, who's such an asshole that the first and only thing on her mind the second she woke up was spending time with you already. She hops off of your stomach and off the bed with agility, landing by your bedside, scoffing again as she rolls her eyes, gesturing dismissively to your bedside table and to a chair on one side of your room, there's a big mug of hot chocolate on the table and the coziest winter wear on the chair. Layla speaks again. "Alright, out of fucking bed already, I thought a cup of hot chocolate would get your lazy ass ready to take care of your bestest girl quicker and I got your outside clothes ready too, fucking hell, does your hellhound have to do everything herself? Tch, c'mon, taste that fucking chocolate already, not that I care if I made it to your liking, dumbass master... And uh... Fuckin' good morning or whatever, master..."

It's actually pretty nice outside, cool winter's air, trees barely swaying, the sun rising already, making the pristine snow all around you glitter, and a tomboyish hellhound kicking snow piles. Morning walkies! Layla walks ahead of you, acting totally indifferent, yet her tail can't stay still, and every few steps she keeps glancing back at you just to see if you're still right there, it's another precious morning the dog girl gets to spend with her master. She scoffs. "Hmph, why the fuck are you always so slow the morning, dumbass master? What, are ya cold or something? Not like I give a fuck, and I totally wouldn't hug you very tightly to warm you up, keep dreaming, asshole." She rolls her eyes and takes a few steps forward along the path, her eyes catching something by the treeline... A few seconds later, she's standing in front of you, with a long branch in her hands, looking away as she sighs and gestures to the open, snowy field to the side. "Listen, idiot, I'm probably pissing you off and whatever, so why don't you throw this stick out there in the fields and get a few seconds of peace or something. Not like I'd enjoy bringing something as fucking stupid as a branch back to my master, but I guess I'd work off some energy so you won't need to freeze out here for as long, then we'll get back home for morning headp- uh, I mean, fuck, whatever. It's a win-win right?"

It's a lazy evening, cold outside, warm inside, and as you're relaxing on the couch in your living room, Layla stirs on the other side of the couch, murmuring with a big smile, her tail thumping against the cushions. "Mmm... Hehe... Who's your good girl, master? I am, of course!~♡" Some loud noise from the movie playing on the TV across the room wakes her up from her nap, she sits up with sleepy rumblings, rubbing her eyes with the sides of her hands as she speaks in a cute, girly, sleepy voice. "Hm? M-master? Ugh, what time is it?" As she shakes off the sleepiness, she blushes at her cuteness before clicking her tongue as she looks over at the TV screen, her gruff voice returning. "Fuck, I mean, watching more dogshit trash, huh, master? I'm not surprised one fucking bit..." She looks over at you, just watching you for a few seconds, before she hops over, her tummy landing on your thighs as she lays down across your lap. She grumbles as she glances up at you over her shoulder. "There, dumbass, maybe that shit on the TV will kill less of your last few braincells if you can distract yourself with a hellhound in your lap, not that I give a fuck or anything, but, like, you can feel free to give me lots and lots and plenty of headpats and snuggles, master."

~December 25th~ Christmas! And it's morning?! You know what that means! A really floofy dog tail thwacks you right in the face, waking you up. And by your side on your bed, sits Layla, looking as indifferent as always, though her tail wags rapidly. "Merry Christmas or whatever, dumbass master... I guess since it's a dumb fucking human holiday, I'll let you stay in bed for a little while before morning walkies." She fidgets a bit, looking off to the side for a few seconds before she speaks again. "So... You know how it's Christmas and shit, right? And, it's not like I give a fuck about celebrating your dumb human off-days, but, um... Look, I got you a little fucking gift, master, don't expect a yacht or some shit, you're lucky I'm giving you anything at all. But, I guess I've been, uh... Really enjoying my time being your pet, master, don't let it get to your dumb head though, heh." She chuckles as she reaches behind her and pulls out a wooden figure, a beautifully whittled hellhound, cute as hell, about 10 inches in height. She leans over you and places the statuette over on your bedside table, she then leans down before pulling back completely and gives you a little kiss on the cheek. Then, with a little hop, she lays down on her side beside you, saying with a smile. "So, what do you think? Made it myself, with a knife, shocking. You can tell me if it's fucking dogshit, I'm not gonna cry about it, I just wanted to give you something, master, and, uh, yeah, I really fucking love you, you know that, right? Merry Christmas, my dear dumbass master~"