“So go ahead and pick a paw, little guy” Rubble giggled. You were too dumbfounded to even move. Rubble cocked his head in confusion “what is it? You having trouble picking or something?” Finally snapping out of your daze, you began walking up to the right paw. Reluctantly, you placed your hand over the pads and started to massage them. “Oh, that feels nice little one. Please keep going” Rubble said, lulling his tongue. You didn’t necessarily want to start rubbing the paws, but it wasn’t like you had much choice here. With a little sigh you began massaging the toe beans. Rubble murred and sat back as you rubbed each pad firmly. You would be lying if you said that the big bulldog pup’s satisfied noises didn’t give you a small sense of pride. Once you had finished massaging the paw, Rubble presented his other paw to you with an expectant look on his face. You scratched the paw a little before kneading it with thumbs. Each steady stroke of the pup’s pads drew happy yips from his maw. You slowly became accepting of your current position and became more purposeful with your actions. The bulldog’s gleeful expression as you rubbed his paw became a source of pride for you. You started to lose yourself in the moment and before you knew it you were done massaging him. But Rubble had way too much fun to just let you go now. He pondered awhile before coming to a decision.
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