The Witchy Pup's Enchanted Brew

Previously

…Scotty sat down, a contented sigh of his own escaping him. He looked at his sleeping best friend, then at the still-humming cauldron. It had been a chaotic afternoon, filled with more blue goo and giggles than he’d ever imagined. And as he gently scratched Sparky’s ears, Scotty realized that maybe, just maybe, this kind of magic was even more wonderful than he’d ever dreamed. He might not be the most conventional witch, and his cauldron might have a mind of its own, but together, they had created something truly magical. And Sparky, the recipient of their peculiar enchantment, was fast asleep, dreaming of flying rubber chickens and dancing bones.