Little Berry (Patreon)

Skye has always been important to Strawberry. There’s just something about the bond between mother and daughter…..especially when said mother got unexpectedly knocked up by a nutcase, then proceeded to give birth to a litter of four male puppies in a row (well, as far as Strawberry knew at the time. Soup didn’t dispute this assumption until they were old enough to talk, and Summer didn’t transition until her late teens). Four healthy puppies…and then, at end, one last baby. The runt of the litter, the tiniest and youngest…a little girl. Strawberry’s daughter, Skye. Now Strawberry loves all her kids equally, but Skye is, and forever will be, her baby. Even when everything goes to hell and she forgets how to say it out loud.

Strawberry did attempt to raise Skye to be a prim and proper young lady, but she kinda half-assed it because Strawberry is not a “proper lady” herself. Strawberry likes tv wrestling and drinking beer on her porch and polishing her favorite rifle. On principle, Strawberry does not say excuse me after belching. She met Saint at an arm-wrestling competition in the 90s, whereupon she broke his arm. She and Saint may or may not solve disputes through impromptu wrasslin’ matches, or by betting on their children’s little league games (the bet terms are agreed upon by spitting into their palms, then shaking hands). Strawberry can gut a catfish and pitch a softball and load a gun and knit a sweater, and she’s surprised, but not unhappy, that Skye ends up being a lot like her, instead of a perfect puppy princess.

here’s a peek into what’s goin on in babie Skye’s noggin right now: mommy mommie mommie gib attention yay mommy gib attention mommie gib