The best thing about marrying a man who owns a poorly-bred miniature dachshund (read: doesn’t meet size AKC size requirements for either the miniature or standard varieties) is that I get to say things like, “Well, honey, at least your wiener is bigger than most of the miniature ones.”
I’m pretty sure the waiter thought I was the Worst Wife EVER.
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