Saucy Sketch Tuesday #31 (Patreon)

She walked confidently down the street, seemingly oblivious to the stares they attracted. He was not so good at hiding his reactions; he felt his cheeks turn pink as passerby looked curiously at them both. They made an odd couple. She was short and girlish, he was tall and ungainly, and there was no question who was in charge between the two of them...in case the bright pink collar around his neck didn't do the trick.

Without looking back at him, she reached out and took his hand. Her hand was small in his, warm and dry. She squeezed it, and he squeezed back. Even though she didn't speak, he could hear her words in his ear: You're doing well, puppy.