Hearing The Bread Lady, Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow. "Your dog suddenly started ignoring you and is sometimes aggressive?"
"That's right," The Bread Lady nodded.
A thought instantly popped into Renee Jennings's head: 'They took home the wrong dog.'
"Where's your dog now?" she asked.
The Bread Lady set down the bread she was holding, wiped her hands on her apron, picked up her phone, and turned around, flipping the camera view. "He's over there."
A husky was sprawled lazily on the living room sofa, chewing on a toy.
As The Bread Lady moved closer, the husky gradually filled the screen.
"Tank," The Bread Lady called. The husky immediately shot to its feet and barked defensively at her.
The Bread Lady took a few steps back, her voice full of exasperation. "See, Streamer? He's been like this with me lately. Can you ask him what's going on?"
