JohnnySweden
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Here I am, sitting in front of a fading fireplace with the cute little sighthound Sixten sleeping in my lap while I slowly pat him...
Wife peeks at me and finally comment:
- You've been fondling Sixten all evening, what's up?
Me: - Nothing, he's just a man's best friend...
Wife: *looking annoyed* I am your wife!
Me: - You sure is...
Wife: -"So, what's the deal?"
Me: - He's still a man's best friend...
Wife: *even more annoyed* - What do you mean?
Me: - He will pass the trunk-test easily, but you'll fail it.
Wife: *looking surprised* -What? The what-test??
Me: The trunk-test!
Wife: - What's that?
Me: Imagine me lifting Sixten into the trunk of a typical old fashioned saloon car.
I shut the lid and then drive around with him for an hour on bumpy gravel roads.
Finally I open the trunk and then he would be standing there on his rear paws wagging his tail of pure joy seeing me again.
Wife: *suspicious* - So...?
Me: - Now imagine me telling you I have a gift for you in the same trunk. When you lean over I just flip you into it and then locks it.
Once again I drive around those bumpy gravel roads for another hour before I open the trunk, now how would YOU greet me?
Wife - I would slap you silly..!!!
Me: There you see, he would pass the trunk-test, you wouldn't...hence, he's the man's best friend...
Wife *walks into the bedroom and shuts the door*
So... here I am alone in front of the fireplace together with my favorite cold beverage and a joyfully sleeping Sixten in my lap while I comfort him...
*Don't think I will getting anything tonight*
Have a nice upcoming week, everyone!
Wife peeks at me and finally comment:
- You've been fondling Sixten all evening, what's up?
Me: - Nothing, he's just a man's best friend...
Wife: *looking annoyed* I am your wife!
Me: - You sure is...
Wife: -"So, what's the deal?"
Me: - He's still a man's best friend...
Wife: *even more annoyed* - What do you mean?
Me: - He will pass the trunk-test easily, but you'll fail it.
Wife: *looking surprised* -What? The what-test??
Me: The trunk-test!
Wife: - What's that?
Me: Imagine me lifting Sixten into the trunk of a typical old fashioned saloon car.
I shut the lid and then drive around with him for an hour on bumpy gravel roads.
Finally I open the trunk and then he would be standing there on his rear paws wagging his tail of pure joy seeing me again.
Wife: *suspicious* - So...?
Me: - Now imagine me telling you I have a gift for you in the same trunk. When you lean over I just flip you into it and then locks it.
Once again I drive around those bumpy gravel roads for another hour before I open the trunk, now how would YOU greet me?
Wife - I would slap you silly..!!!
Me: There you see, he would pass the trunk-test, you wouldn't...hence, he's the man's best friend...
Wife *walks into the bedroom and shuts the door*
So... here I am alone in front of the fireplace together with my favorite cold beverage and a joyfully sleeping Sixten in my lap while I comfort him...
*Don't think I will getting anything tonight*
Have a nice upcoming week, everyone!
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