St. Peter was the king of the house. With his fluffy Corgipoo coat and wise little eyes, he ruled his kingdom with the perfect mix of playfulness and poise. Every morning, he pranced down the hall like a noble prince, and every night, he curled up on his favorite pillow, knowing all was right in his world
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Until one day, something changed.
His humans arrived home, carrying a tiny bundle of fur with wobbly paws and big, curious ears.
"This is Chewy," they said. "Your new little brother!"
St. Peter blinked. *Brother?*
Chewy, the smallest Chihuahua puppy, tilted his head and let out the tiniest bark. His tail wagged so fast, it was practically a blur. St. Peter watched as Chewy bounced around the room, sniffing everything, including St. Peter's precious pillow
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At first, St. Peter wasn’t sure about this little creature. Chewy followed him everywhere, copying his every move. When St. Peter stretched, Chewy stretched too. When St. Peter barked at the birds outside, Chewy yipped in excitement. And when St. Peter tried to nap, Chewy curled up right beside him, snuggling close.
As the days passed, St. Peter realized something: Chewy wasn’t just a bouncy little pup—he was family.
So, one evening, when Chewy whimpered because he couldn’t climb onto the couch, St. Peter nudged him up with his nose. When a scary thunderstorm rattled the windows, St. Peter curled up protectively around Chewy. And when bedtime came, St. Peter didn’t mind sharing his pillow(well, he minded a little)
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From that moment on, St. Peter knew he was a big brother. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t so bad after all
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