Darn Dog

Warrior chewed up the straw on the back of one of my favorite kitchen chairs.

I was not happy.

I ranted to T via email.

After I cooled down a bit, I sent another email:

I'm over it.

Love the darn dog.

He's still a darn dog.

Love,

J

His reply:

Darn, darn dog.

Darn, darn, darn husband.

When the darn husband is in the doghouse, where does the darn dog sleep?

Love you,

T