Your wife back, your dog back, your house back...
When you run over a dog you don't have to go back and get the GoPro.
Dog pound dog pounds dog pound dog.
At least the burglar has the decency to leave you the house.
Me: Like 4 maybe. 5 tops. Wife: I counted 19. Me: Well I rounded down.
He became a quack head
A Poultrygeist!
Because he caught everything bear handed!
Tooth (truth) or Consequences.
You get your house back, your dog back, your wife back, and you sober up.