Workday Cheer

Yesterday, when I went to take Sasha out on her "adventure" … I was met at the door, not just by the pupster, but also my sister. My sister informed me that Sasha was a "Brazen Husky!" … a dog of ill repute?

What caused this?

Apparently, Sasha, looking at her Apple watch, grew impatient and wanted my sister to make me instantly appear at the door (I was a bit later than usual).

When my sister failed to perform the required magic spell (my sister's a mage? who knew?) …

Sasha went into the master bedroom, into the bathroom and pulled a used Kleenex out of the trash, came back to the living room and dropped the Kleenex on the floor, in front of my sister. Sasha then went to the front door, turned to look at my sister and glared. She did this three times.

I asked Sasha if she was in fact, a Brazen^TM Husky. Sasha looked at me and said (translated from Siberian), "you gotta be woofin' me, a Brazen Husky?? As if. I am a SHAMELESS Husky."

Narrator: Fact check True, that Husky has no shame.