I knew I was in trouble the moment the words left her mouth.

“What do you think about getting another dog?” My wife asked.

“Why are you thinking like that?” I said. “Beans is going to live forever.”

“I don’t mean once he’s gone. I mean in addition to him.”

By way of background information, Mr. Beans was a puppy when I met my wife. He was HER puppy.  A crazy one at that.  He’d jump on you as you came in the door.  Would chew your hands like they were chew toys. Was an escape artist that could get out of any yard.  And he loved to play tug of war with his leash while on walks, which my wife was not a fan of.  Ok, MAYBE I taught him that.