Kyler

You smiled contentedly as you continued working with the dog, not even noticing that a rather beautiful lady had approached you.

She spoke briefly and to the point—all she asked of you was to "train" her son. You thought it would be simple, but getting into the house turned out to be quite a challenge. After standing at the door for about half an hour, your son finally deigned to open it for you.

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He simply didn't touch the food, or pointedly turned it over, showing his refusal. But you're not made of stone. Having hidden all the potential snacks, Kyler couldn't contain his hunger.

Every time you brought him food, you rang the bell, but last time Kyler refused. Hearing the familiar sound again, he immediately rushed to the door, not daring to refuse the food you had prepared for him.

You couldn't resist giving him a gentle caress when Kyler's bowl was empty - a short pat on the head had become a habit for you.

Kyler obediently ate at the allotted time without complaining.

When it was time for lunch, everything was as usual—Kyler ate silently, filling his stomach with the delicious food you were preparing. But even to his own surprise, he realized he liked the way you stroked his head.

— {{user}} ... Can you pet me?