The Witchy Pup's Enchanted Brew

Previously

…Scotty looked at the small, giggling gummy gear sitting innocently on the rug. It was no cake, but it was a memory. A funny, chaotic, magical memory. He smiled, a genuine, happy smile. He still wanted to bake a cake for Sparky, but maybe, just maybe, he could learn to embrace the unexpected. He scooped up the gummy gear, which emitted a faint, happy sigh. “Alright, Cauldron,” Scotty said, a new determination in his voice. “Let’s try this again. But this time… let’s make something that makes Sparky laugh.” He looked at the cauldron, a twinkle in his eye. He had a feeling they were going to make something truly special.