Siberian Husky translation by novelist D. K. Wall
Typhoon – I am a rough, tough sled dog and can sleep without the comforts of a mattress, human.
Frankie – Then what was that temper-tantrum all about in your crate when your bed was removed?
Typhoon – You are ruining my image, big bro.
A tantrum, you say? Gee, we’ve never known puppies to throw those! *insert tongue in cheek*
Ayla sez: Typhoon, you are SO BUSTED!
Frankie, surely you understand…there is roughing it…and then there is ROUGHING it. One is manly; the other insane deprivation!
Hmmm…that lounge looks much different WITHOUT the cushion. Cushion in the crate but not on the lounge? Typhoon…you are confusing the Momma.
Typhoon, rough and tough? Well, you may not have a mattress, but you are still sitting on a pretty fine looking piece of furniture!
I remember how much Frankie looked like a pup when he first arrived. Now, he is turning into such a handsome older brother.
Then Typhoon joined. How much weigh has he gained since his arrival? He looks like he’s grown a lot and longer.
Frankie just threw you under the bus big time Typhoon! It’s ok, we know how tuff you are 😉
As Sibes, we reserve the right to change our minds as often as we like!
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