"Okay!" the husband yells back cheerfully. But the wife notices that he heads into the bathroom first, then lingers in front of the mirror, then wanders into the laundry room. "Honey? Dog," she reminds him helpfully as she empties the dishwasher. (See? Still not nagging.)
The wife watches her husband dab some Tide To Go on a small barbecue sauce stain on his shirt, not at all in a rush, then heads to the bedroom to let the dog out herself. "I got it! I got it!" her husband shouts, rushing past her to open the dog's kennel.
As he reaches for the dog's leash, the dog jumps up onto the middle of the bed. "C'mon, now," the husband says, laughing, and he heads toward the dog. As if on cue, the dog casually lifts his leg...
...AND PIDDLES. ALL OVER THE HUSBAND AND WIFE'S ADORABLE SCOTTIE-DOG PRINT FLANNEL SHEETS FROM TARGET. LOOKS STRAIGHT INTO THE HUSBAND'S EYES AND PEES.
Who was this naughty dog, you ask?
Need I say more?
(You may also ask why the wife didn't just take out the damn dog herself. Well, this is because the wife makes her living letting dogs in and out, out and in, and sometimes she gets tired of doing it all over again when she gets home. :) The wife also never nags her husband. Never ever!)