Me: So what do you think about getting a third dog?
Spouse (in Crackberry trance): I don't . . . think about it.
Me (faux casual): Well, what would you think if I got another dog?
Spouse (snaps out of it, glaring): I didn't know we were permitted to get dogs without permission from each other.
Me (innocently): Yes, that's why I'm asking.
Spouse (turning back to Crackberry): No.
Me: No, what?
Spouse (impatiently): No, I do not want another dog. No, I do not want you to get another dog.
Me: Hmmm . . . OK, sweetie. 'Night.
The battle lines have been drawn. Now, let the games begin!