{
  "description": "The absolute horror the house was in as Doug marched up the stairs, checking every room. In the process there was only one individual he knew for sure that would let the house become this chaotic, and he was too tired to put up with her excuses. One of the last doors of the house was where he found her sitting on a beanbag chair nonchalantly without a care in the world, flipping through a magazine. \"Dolly, what are you doing? The house is a complete mess!\" His voice slightly raised in annoyance as she puts her magazine down, \"Whaaat? It's not that bad.\" She shrugged, finally taking a look about the room, noticing paw prints on the ceiling and stuff knocked over. \"Oh hehehe, maybe it is bad.\" Her head fell below her shoulders as she smiled awkwardly. Doug took a deep breath. It was Dolly's first time with full control over the pups, as Dylan was sleeping over at a friend's, and so far she'd shown she wasn't ready for that level of responsibility. To his annoyance, he'd need to be the strict patient this time, but as he looked at her pleading to let her slip by again, she was hitting all his buttons with one final move that he did expect. He caved as the rest started to blur. \n\n\nCommission from archerteamr "
}