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."