The dog sat me down today for what he called “a serious conversation.” According to him, Mrs. Chicken isn’t upset because she enjoys being upset. She’s upset because I don’t listen, I forget things she says, and apparently saying, “I thought you were just thinking out loud,” does not count as active listening.
Then he leaned closer and explained that I needed to fix things before I ended up in the doghouse. I told him I understood. He said, “No, you don’t. There’s no room in the doghouse for you.” Evidently, marriage counseling is included with pet ownership now.