Wife for white moonlight prisoners feed dogs I see her mad dog cage repentance
Language: en
My wife was infuriated when our son accidentally kicked Rosalie's dog, and she locked him in the cage meant for aggressive dogs. I knelt in front of the iron cage, frantically pleading: "I can go in and apologize on behalf of my son. He's severely allergic to dog hair. If we don't get him to the hospital, he could die!" My wife stood by Rosalie, looking at me with disdain. "It's your indulgence that spoiled our son into such a brat! Today, as his mother, I'll teach him a lesson!" "Don't worry, the therapy dog won't harm him. It's just one night—consider it a minor punishment for a…