Me: I’ve been thinking.
Mischa: Uh oh.
Me: I don’t like our dog anymore.
Mischa: Why don’t you like our dog anymore?
Me: He’s not little and cute anymore. And he’s old.
Mischa: He is damn cute. And he’s only seven.
Me: Nearly eight.
Mischa: You love our dog.
Me: He doesn’t match the blinds.
Mischa: If he did, we’d be taking him to the vet for a skin condition.
Me: He says mean things about me on Facebook.
Mischa: You have fights on Facebook with your dog. Think about that.
Me: I just don’t have the time for him.
Mischa: Funny, he was saying the same thing about you.