Back when their dog, Greta, was still alive, my Uncle Jim liked to send me videos and clips of things that amused him. He also sent photos of Greta, his other wife. This is what came in one time over the weekend wires.

Yes, Jim’s other wife (besides my Aunt Laurie) is a dog. My response to Jim was this: “How to know that you’ll spend Monday at the groomers and be tipping very, very well.”

Jim never did get back to me.

As for me, I’m left with this question. Since Greta normally slept in the bed with them, where did she spend her weekend? I don’t think snuggling up to her would be all that comfortable, but I’m still betting that Jim was the one banished elsewhere. After all, he was the one who took Greta out for a romp in the first place.