The Witchy Pup's Enchanted Brew

Previously

…Sparky, who had been napping in a sunbeam, twitched his nose. He padded over, his tail giving a hopeful wag. He’d learned to trust Scotty’s culinary experiments, even the ones that ended with him floating or covered in glitter. He nudged Scotty’s leg, his eyes wide and expectant. Scotty grinned, a happy, slightly mischievous glint in his own eyes. This wasn’t the cake he’d set out to make, not by a long shot. But as he looked at the shimmering, sun-kissed liquid in the cauldron, he knew it was going to be something even better.