My wife is a chew toy.
Since we can’t have children, many people say we are lucky. My wife and I aren’t feeling so lucky with our new puppy. Just the other day, my wife was heading to the Hanford Nuclear Power Plant for a job interview, and before she went, she told our puppy to not go to heaven…quite the opposite. Our puppy was tearing at my wife’s coveralls before she left the house. It was a spur of the moment reaction where I had to put my wife, fully clothed, in a cold shower. She needed to cool off.
After my wife finally cooled off and put on some overalls, I secured our dog so my wife wouldn’t be further threatened, and later arrive at the interview with only scars on her hands. She landed the job, because she is fairly sharp, and quite simply, they felt sorry for her.
I spent a portion of the evening pulling one of my razor blades out our dog’s mouth that I had placed in a garbage can with no lid. She’s so smart.
Who is dumber?