A Dog

My financial controller, aka: wife, wants a dog. She had a Yorkie once and she wants another one. But, I know who ends up taking care of dogs and I am not having another dog. But, she never gives up. Every time she sees a Yorkie, she has to point it out to me or if I’m not there, she comes home and tells me all about it.

When I say she wants a dog, I mean, ‘she wants a dog.’ I told her that when I die, she can get one. So, I can just imagine what’s going to happen when I die. Here’s what I think may happen.

Neighbor: "I’m sorry to hear about your husband. I didn’t know about it until after the funeral."

Wife: "Thank you."

Neighbor: "Where there a lot people at the funeral service?"

Wife: "I don’t know. I wasn’t there. I had to go pick up my new Yorkie."

I told my wife this story and she said that she would not do that.

She’s going to pick up the dog right after the funeral service.

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