Woof Woof Story ~I Said I Wanted To Be A Rich Person’s Dog, Not A Fenrir!~

"Wahoo (Totally relaxed, I can't stop)"

A mild afternoon.

I lay in my study, doing nothing but lying around.

Having grown too big for eating a Necromancer, my body succeeded in getting smaller to a size that I could say was a critical dog some time ago.

I don't feel uncomfortable lying at your dad's feet this way.

It feels exactly like a rich dog.

Yeah, well, here's the thing.

This kind of grace is the life I was looking for.

Boot camps, demonic exorcisms, Norsencue.

This is the right look for the pet I'm looking for.

That's why I enjoy living like a pet every day.

My dad's study caught my eye today after a quiet walk through the mansion looking for the best position for a nap.

My dad's study was quiet and cool, so I realized he said it was a good idea to devour inebriation.

It's getting hot after the rainy season, so it's hard to get out of the mansion.

I've found a good place.

The sound of your dad running a pen on his paperwork becomes a better babysitter, and he invites me to drowsiness.

It's also good that your dad is what he is, as I sometimes recall.

This is going to be my favorite nap spot for a while.

My dad is my dad, and he's cleaning up a bunch of burrs and paperwork to see if it makes me feel good to moff.

And next to it, Mr. Miranda stood quietly.

If you have the material your dad wants, prepare it before he tells you, fry him a new cup of tea before it cools down, and clean it up without making any noise if you have time.

Excellent made-up.

Since Toa has been going around with more ladies lately, Miranda seems to be helping her dad in her spare time.

Was this my original job?

Mr. Miranda's assistant is as handy as I think he is.

"Miranda."

"Here's the paperwork."

"Miranda."

"Yes, you have one sugar for tea"

Mr. Miranda is too competent.

Dad, I only said Miranda from earlier.

I hit a relaxing turnaround watching the two working like that.

Ha, it's great to blur.

No matter how much you sleep, no one will ever be able to hold you back.

I'm allowed to do that.

Because I'm a pet.

Because it's my job to be adored.

I'm no longer related to paperwork!

Hi-ha-ha! I've forgotten about the past.

Tense, I hit a bunch of turnovers on a fluffy carpet.

Ferrous.

"Don't go to work today. Is it because of Louta's presence?

What, seriously?

What's in it for you?

If you can refresh me, you can give me as much as you want.

All right, all right, I'm coming. To your dad, I'll put my face up and let myself go.

But, Dad, I've been working all morning, but I don't know if I should take a break.

I think I've been working too hard on anything.

I've never seen your dad relax and rest.

I'd be worried if I didn't die of overwork, like I did in my previous life.

"Sir, why don't you take a little rest?

Mr. Miranda urges his dad to take a break so he can speak for my mood.

"Oh yeah......... This is okay. Miranda, let me finish your paperwork next."

"... you haven't heard"

Mr. Miranda sighed in disdain.

Even that exhalation doesn't seem to have reached your dad's ear.

If you want to receive the documents, quickly inspect the contents and sign them.

It is not unusual for my dad, who is a borderline uncle and works burly as a big merchant.

Given the convenience of the job, it should be easiest to base yourself in the King's Capital where people gather.

But your dad won't.

The mansion behind this secluded mountain would be for a lady who was sick and weak.

I can tell you that the dragon zero grass made it better, because the previous lady said she had frequent high fever.

No matter how busy you are, your time to eat with the lady is twisted, and you manage to try to have home time.

Always a top priority is the lady.

As a result, I live an unhealthy life: deep alcohol and lack of sleep.

As a member of my family, I'm seriously worried about your health.

But I can't make sense of the word, and I can't possibly say it strongly to my dad, whose maid Miranda is my husband.

Proximity to your position at the Mansion would be about old friend James's old man.

I don't know because the old man is an old man and he works on the same level as or above his dad.

Wouldn't it be time for the old man to take a break before he collapses?

He eats the mansion alone and even takes care of the horses for field work.

Um, the men in this mansion, whatever you think, are overworked.

Is there anywhere I can say a word to these old men?

That was when I twisted my neck.

"Worry about everyone. You shouldn't. Hey, Gandolf."

I thought I heard you blame it that way, and Hector comes down to the study with the wind.

That's right.

There was a Hecarte.

If you are the attending physician at this mansion, the Great Wizard, and Hecarte, who holds the weakness of your daddy's youth, you must also listen to what your dads have to say.

"Wahoo (please, Hecarte!

When I sent Yale to Hecarte, who had transferred to the study, Hecarte returned the wink, not asking me to leave it to him.

"Heh, Dr. Hecarte! If you're here, please come after you say it!

Daddy raises his voice of condemnation as he hastily catches the documents that were flown in the wind.

"Then that doesn't make any sense. If you don't come unplugged, you won't know what life you usually lead. You can't just try to escape under the guise of a healthy life when I get here. Because I'm your attending."

It's true.

"Gandolph, your attitude in life is eye-catching wow"

Hecarte snatches the pen with floating magic from his dad, who also tries to do the paperwork.

"The attending orders, Gandolph. Making it a complete day off today. You're not the only one. Take the rest of the mansion. We should all get some rest."

"What!? No, that's on the boulder... The servants will have work steps too, and if they are suddenly put off, aren't they in trouble the other way?

That's what your dad says and tries to get the pen back, but the flickering pen escapes.

"I'll take care of it, sir. We're already with the maids, and we're done up until tomorrow."

Miranda whispers.

"The same applies to your husband's work. Earlier documents have indicated everything for today."

Oh, you've rooted this from the beginning.

Miranda had been helping Daddy with his work all morning, probably because she was going to get the job done early.

To the ladies smiling at me, Daddy also hits the chair, as he gave up, loosening the loop tie.

"Surrender. Maybe he's been stuffed lately. You can't refuse to have me dine this far. Tell everyone to enjoy the day off."

As soon as your dad said that, the study door opened and the maids slipped in.

"Yay! That's my husband! Now we can go out -! We wanted to play in the lake, too!

"Thank you, Master Hecarte -. Looking forward to the trendy swimsuit in Wangdu."

"... a lot, swim"

Headed by his three daughters, the maids are surrounding Hecartes to talk about their plans for the holidays.

Apparently, I've been planning on going to the lake for a long time.

Sure, you can play with a lot of people over there.

"Louta Louta! You can play a lot today Yikes!

Take my forefoot, where I sat, and the lady jumps.

"Wow, wow! (Yay! Water play is fun on hot days!

The study, which was quiet, is filled at once with the puzzling voice of the women.

And the faces of the mansion were supposed to make it to the lake.