Meatball sniffed the milky scent wafting to his nose and couldn't help but snort loudly, once again thinking that this aroma was indeed quite nice.
The Ruan Family villa is quite large, with a vegetable garden where Meatball usually goes directly to take care of his business. Today was no exception.
He carried the Little Snow Wolf out, dropped it on the ground, and dashed toward the vegetable garden, first attending to his physiological needs and then racing around the garden several times, raising his head to howl twice, before finally trudging back with a big furry face covered in frozen whiskers and eyelashes.
Following his usual habit, he first shook his body vigorously outside the door, scattering the snow and water from his coat, then went inside to rub his paws on the dry old clothes specially laid out for him by Mrs. Ruanlin, making sure he was mostly dry before entering.
