Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "Look at that dog walking on OUR SIDEWALK!

Bree: "With IMPUNITY!"

Miksa: "YEAH! With that...!"

Bree: "With his pathetic human!"

Miksa: "Yeah!"

Bree: "I will KICK HIS ASS!!!"

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Me: "Miksa, you need to go outside before bedtime."

Miksa: "It's hot outside."

Me: "Well. Yeah. It's summer."

Miksa: "I'm tired. Would you carry me? I'm just a puppy."

Me: "(...)"

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "I am an Alaskan Malamute. I am strong."

Me: "Yes, you are."

Miksa: "I walked five miles today."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Bree: "That's MY toy, junior."

Me: "No, it's not, Bree. I bought that for him. Your toy is in the other room."

Bree: "But, he got the BEST toy."

Me: "Oh, come on, Bree. You haven't played with ANY of your toys for years now. Give the little guy a break."

Bree: *under her breath* "Sorry ass little son of a bitch."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "I like this short human. He's tasty!"

Me: "(...)"

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "...Because I love you, Bree."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "What is this?"

Me: "It's a toy, Miksa. You can chew on it!"

Miksa: "(😁)"

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Bree: "Sit there and look cute."

Miksa: "Why?"

Bree: "This is how you train humans to give us treats."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Bree: "Oh! You're home! You took him back?!"

Me: "No, Bree. He's in the sunroom. I just drove him to the Vet's office."

Bree: "Yeah? (Bwahahaaa!)"

Me: "Now that's just mean, Bree."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "What is this place?"

Me: "This is your Vet's office. We're here for your very first check-up."

Miksa: "I don't like this place."

Me: "You don't need to be afraid. No one will hurt you. They gave you a new toy..."

Miksa: "It smells bad, and there are dogs crying."

Me: "But they love you here."

Miksa: "Take me home."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "I think I like it here. I have my own room and a very big backyard."

Me: "That makes me very happy, Miksa!"

Miksa: "But Bree is mean to me."

Me: "Give her some time. She'll come around. I know it."

Miksa: "I love you."

Me: "Awww. You are a very special puppy. I love you, too."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Me: "Bree. You and I need to talk."

Bree: "Is it still here?"

Me: "If you're referring to Miksa, the answer is yes."

Bree: "It's an asshole."

Me: "Bree. He's only eight weeks old. He's a baby. He's not old enough to be an asshole."

Bree: "Well, then, he's a jerk. Take him BACK."

Me: "Sigh..."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Me: "Good morning, sweet little puppy. I thought you might like to explore the house today. There are lots of new smells...and things to see. Are you up for that?"

Miksa: "I...I guess so. Where is Bree? She is big."

Me: "I'll handle Bree. You'll be fine."

Miksa: "Um. Maybe tomorrow..."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Me: "Miksa, This is a big day for you! It's the first day in your new home! I am so happy to be your new Mama. Bree will learn to love you, too. Just wait...Miksa?"

Miksa: (...)

Me: "I love you, little puppy."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "Bree does not like me."

Me: "I know it seems that way, Miksa. Just give Bree some time."

Miksa: "(...)"

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Me: "Bree, this is Miksa. Miksa...Bree."

Bree: "What is it?"

Me: "It is a puppy, Bree...an Alaskan Malamute puppy, like you."

Bree: "Oh, my DOG! It's white!"

Me: "Still, HE is a Malamute, Bree."

Miksa: "You are big, Bree."

Bree: "It peed on MY BED! Take it BACK!"

Me: "This is Miksa's home now, Bree. We need to be a little patient with him. He's a baby...only 8 weeks old."

Miksa: "I want my Mama."

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Miksa: "I am scared. I want to go home. I need my Mama."

Me: "I'm sorry you are afraid, sweet puppy. I promise to take care of you and love you forever. This is your new home."

Miksa: "(...)"

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Me: "Oh, my. Look at that little face. We should call him Miksa. (Inuit word meaning "soft snow.")

Miksa, Bree, and Me

Bree: "I love you, my beautiful girl. You are the best!" 

Bree: "I'm the best Malamute, ever?!!"

Me: "You are, Bree! I love you so much, that I've decided to get you a companion!"

Bree: "Um. What?!"

Me: "Yes, Bree. I will be bringing home a new puppy for you!"

Bree: "But. Well. That's entirely unnecessary...gulp."

Me. "In a few days, Dad and I will be driving up north to pick up your sweet little companion!"

Bree: "I...aw...a BABY?! I don't think I'm cut out to be a mother! Isn't that why I decided to let you get me fixed?! I thought we had an understanding!"

Me: "Aw...sweet Bree. You'll be fine."

Bree: "..."