Talk:Hellhound/@comment-27303410-20160912231811

You've been married to a Hellhound for several and you have had two wonderful little girls, one day after getting home from work and putting your things away you kids ambush you.

HP1: "Dad we need your help with something."

HP2: "Today's moms birthday, and we want to surprise her."

They drag you, away before you can grab your birthday gift for her, when they take you to the kitchen there's a bunch cake ingredients sitting on the counter.

"We want to make mom her favorite cake, can you please help us?" They give you the puppy dog eyes while looking up at you.

WWYD?