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Even hellhounds needed training. Six hours of puppy school and according to the brochure Samantha was holding, there would be mandatory assessments on the bond between her and her puppy.
With her recently-adopted hellhound on the lead, she entered the Puppy Academy through automatic sliding doors and made her way to the front desk.
“Welcome to the Puppy Academy,” the sleek receptionist greeted. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m here for the beginner’s puppy course.”
The woman nodded, her shiny hair cascading down her shoulders. “Name?”
“Samantha Rain.”
“Samantha… Rain…” she repeated. She looked up from the computer screen, her big eyes framed with gold glitter. “Species?”
“Shadow is a hellhound, but I don’t know what breed,” Sam replied, staring down at the puppy. With her silver col
