Client comes in to pick up their dog. Weather outside is wet and rainy.
Client: Ugh. It smells like wet dog in here. *Nose is wrinkled and he's glaring at me.*
Me: ................*IQ just dropped*
Client: Ugh. It smells like wet dog in here. *Nose is wrinkled and he's glaring at me.*
Me: ................*IQ just dropped*

He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.

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