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Max picked up the Pomeranian, tucked it into his jacket, and looked at the defeated gang. “Training isn’t breaking. It’s speaking. And you,” he added, tossing a bag of dehydrated liver treats to Scrotus Jr., “need to start with basic sit-stay. No more spare tires.”

Max sighed. He unclipped the leash from his own dog—a scrappy mutt named Turnip who knew 140 commands and could operate a crossbow release with his teeth. Mad Max Trainer Fling UPD

It was chaos.

Giblet lunged. Max sidestepped. Giblet’s chain snapped taut, and the dog flipped, landing on his back with a confused whuff . Max picked up the Pomeranian, tucked it into