"Poor little thing, stay with me." Penelope put it on the sofa and touched the dog's nose softly. She ran her fingers on its fur, "Though I saved you, you have to fight for yourself and recover soon."

"Purr..." It sniffed, lying there. "Well, don't be too touched." Penelope stooped, rubbing its face with hers, saying seriously. "There was a devil downstairs. Well, be good, or we'll both be kicked out of this house."

After the puppy was placed, Penelope changed her clothes that were covered with a lot of dog fur and went downstairs.

Warren was on the phone. Penelope ran to the kitchen to find her dinner.

"Where...