Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20170124003427/@comment-5426290-20170126095000

I promptly pimp-slap my hellhound wife across the face, stopping her in her tracks. I've never hurt her before, but today is the day. I give her an angry staredown while my other hand pets our puppy.

I suddenly see all bottled up anger flow out of my wife as she looks in stunned suprise. Her hard walk softens, her hardened claws relax and she just looks at me flabbergasted. After a few moments I see her body starting to tremble slightly and tears well up in her eyes. She then bursts out in full-swing crying and runs back to our bedroom.

I turn to my daughter and pet her head, helping her along to put some ice on her cheek and hug her extra much. For the rest of the day I spend my time with our little girl, just cooing at her and trying to brighten her mood from what happened earlier.

After a long day I return to the bedroom and see my wife STILL curled up under the blankets. I undress and get in at my side of the bed and rest my back against the backboard of the bed. After half an hour, my hellhound wife stirrs, and slowly, meekly, she crawls over to me under the blanket to lay her head on my chest. I wait for a good five minutes before I place my hand on her head and rub it softly. I tell her to apologise to our daughter and she quietly says Okay...