The dog Ciaran got for Mary was an older English cocker spaniel, he was affectionate, docile and very sweet tempered. He didn't mind being brushed by Mary and would let her tie ribbons in his hair. Elizabeth kept him fed and watered, often taking him on walks.
Mary would carry the dog slung over her arm everywhere, she even dressed him in little doll clothing that she made, she enjoyed sleeping with the dog curled against her chest. She named the sweet dog Fluffy because of how fluffy his coat was after she would brush him.
Fluffy loved to chase and tug Elizabeth's skirts, much to her frustration. It was to Elizabeth's frustrations that was what happening right now, the dog had latched onto her skirts and gave a growl, showing small sharp teeth.
"Stop it." She hissed pulling
