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Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

The trick, Daisy discovered, is knowing when to deploy the sassy trot. 

All manner of slights can be forgiven, if you know when to do that cute little bounce with your rear end. A gentle prick of the ears completes the look.

The whole roasted chicken filched from the counter? The eaten-then-regurgitated slipper? The gnawed-up baseboards? All a distant memory with a well-timed sassy trot. “Such a delightful girl,” they say. “How could we stay mad?”

Daisy noticed that the Mrs had her own sassy trot, too, but whether it developed before or after Daisy moved in is beyond what the dog could ponder.