The Witchy Pup's Enchanted Brew

Previously

…The cauldron, as if in agreement, let out a soft, contented sigh, and a few more wisps of cloud cream drifted lazily into the air. Scotty knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his puppy heart, that he wasn’t a bad witch at all. He was just a witch who was learning to listen to her cauldron. And that, he realized, was a pretty wonderful thing indeed. He scooped another generous dollop of cloud cream for Sparky, who promptly gobbled it down, his floating becoming even more buoyant. The chase around the house, fueled by pure, unadulterated joy and a touch of cloud-induced levitation, was about to begin. And Scotty, for the first time, was ready to embrace the delightful chaos.