Scene From a Marriage #23,931

Walking into the living room and spotting our dog Troubadour wrapped in a blanket on my lap:

 “Oh my God. What is this?”

 Troubadour pokes his head out from the blanket, looking guilty and busted.

 “Umm … he likes to sit in my lap.”

 “You know he’s not supposed to get on the sofa!”

 “Well, technically, he’s only on me, so he’s not actually on the sofa.”

 “How long has this been going on?”

 “Umm … months.”

 “Months?! I feel like I caught you having an affair.”

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