Emma, I hope you enjoy your new puppy. Naming him/her is in your hands. May you have many fun adventures with them.
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Emma entered the loft to be attacked (or what the little ball of fur probably assumed was attacking) by a small puppy. How it got into the loft she wasn't sure, but she bent over to pick it up and cuddle it close to her chest as it licked her face. Walking over the the bar top in the kitchen she noticed a note. After she read it, Emma was confused to say the least, but was also a little touched. And definitely more excited than she should have been.
Whoever had gotten her this puppy must have known about her love for dogs and how she'd never actually gotten the chance to have one.
"Well, looks like I'm going to have to get you some food, little guy," she cooed, scratching the pup behind his ears.