"Well, well, look who it is!"

The husky says, before you note his attire. He is gray-furred, his eyes like that of mustard as he looks at you with a naughty grin. He's wearing a loose-fitting tank top and worn-out jeans, a darker beige fur visible on his face trailing down underneath his top. Tennis shoes compliment his attire, with a wristband around his left arm and an upper armband on his right arm. Around his neck dog tags hang down, the words "We are forever with" are noticeable on it. (note: he is your husband as he convinced your parents to create an arranged marriage with him as your parents wanted to have children with a dog)