My wife got the brilliant idea to give Daisy one of her old shoes to chew on. I caught her chewing on it and fussed at the dog and then told my wife it was a very bad idea to give the dog shoes to chew and that she'd regret it.
I woke the next morning to find Daisy working her way through a whole pile of Sheila's shoes that she'd harvested from the closet.
"Bad dog!, Bad Dog!" I fussed at her.
My wife raised her head up out of the covers and told me not to fuss at Daisy.
"Bad wife!", I said, "Bad wife!"
I took the picture above of Daisy sulking. I don't have one of Sheila. She threatened to break my camera if I even thought about it!