>Be me, 24 years old, still living with Handler
>Have an undying love for chicken tenders, like a true connoisseur
>Every day, I dream of the crispy, golden goodness that is a plate full of chicken tendies
>But there's a catch: Handler won't give them to me just like that
>He has this system of "good hound points" that I need to earn
>Each chore completed, each errand run, it's all worth points
>The more points I rack up, the closer I am to tendie paradise
>It's a simple yet challenging game that I've mastered over the years
>Wake up in the morning, ready to tackle the day and earn those points
>Vacuum the living room - +5 points
>Take out the trash - +10 points
>Do the dishes - +15 points
>It's like a quest, and I'm the hero seeking the ultimate reward
>I give my all, not just for the tendies but for the satisfaction of being a good hound
>And finally, after a day filled with hard work, it's time for the moment of truth
>I approach Handler with my scorecard, showing off my impressive haul of good hound points
>He looks at me, his eyes filled with pride and tendie-induced anticipation
>"My sweet 621," he says, "You've earned it. Chicken tenders for dinner!"
>Victory! My heart leaps with joy as I envision the feast that awaits me
>The tendies are cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside
>As I devour them, each bite fills my soul with a sense of accomplishment
>It's not just about the tendies; it's about the love and validation from Handler Walter
>In that moment, I know I am truly a good hound, and nothing can take that away from me
