A simple experiment both validated the old truism that a dog is a man’s best friend and disabused me of my opinions regarding the superiority of spousal friendship.
I locked my beloved Golden Retriever, Buddy, in the trunk with my dear wife for one hour. After the hour, my dog was giddy with enthusiasm to see me and showered me with slobbery kisses. But my wife seemed more agitated than excited. She was muttering something about me and the doghouse. You’d think after a whole hour separated from each other, she’s want to spend extra time together, but that was not the case whatsoever. So I guess I’ll have to see if the old pooch is up for some extra company out at his digs tonight.