I was met by Gimlet in the living room this morning. After getting down to her level I said “Good morning, you little pup.” She sniffed my breath and recoiled in horror. It had to be pretty bad to offend a dog.
Per chaos theory, if I was a social butterfly the affect of my dragon breath could eventually cause pandemonium in the Middle East. Don’t look at me, I said, “if.”
It's only a theory anyway. The certainty is that brushing the teeth in the morning is a good thing.