A man was concerned when his dog seemed upset by his wife’s new jeans. He and his wife had no idea why the jeans were causing the dog to bark incessantly. When they found out the reason, their marriage began falling apart.
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Hey everyone, I’m Peter, a 38-year-old pediatrician. My wife, Evelyn, and I have been married for 15 years, and she’s a wedding photographer. We’ve been through a lot together, especially struggling with infertility for the past five years.
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Watching all our friends fall pregnant and have babies has been really tough for us. I had been feeling guilty for a long time that I couldn’t give her a baby and seeing her depressed. To cope, we got a Labrador Retriever puppy named Max two years ago, who quickly became the heart of our home.
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Recently, Evelyn made some big changes in her life. She got a new haircut, started working out, and began hanging out with younger friends. I was thrilled to see her happier and more energetic.
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Evelyn’s transformation was a welcome change. After years of struggling with infertility and the emotional toll it took, seeing her smile again was a relief. I was genuinely happy for her and encouraged her to embrace this positive shift.
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She had lost a lot of weight because of all the exercise, so she revamped her wardrobe. Part of this wardrobe was a new pair of jeans.
“Wow, honey! I love those jeans. They look really great on you,” I said.
“Thanks, honey. I bought them because they match with most of my new clothes. I can’t wait to wear them more often,” she replied.
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But then, something odd happened. The first time Evelyn wore those jeans, Max went berserk when she got home. He barked uncontrollably and wouldn’t calm down until she changed out of them.
“I wonder why he’s doing that,” I pondered.
“Huh, it is weird. Maybe he’ll calm down in a second,” she assured me.
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However, the same thing happened every time she wore those jeans. Max, our usually well-behaved dog, would go crazy, and it was starting to become a real concern.
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Yet, Max’s behavior didn’t stop there. He continued barking incessantly, circling Evelyn and snapping at her jeans. It wasn’t until she changed into her pajamas that he finally settled down. Though puzzled, we didn’t give it much thought at the time, dismissing it as a fluke incident.
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Max’s reaction was so intense and specific to those jeans that it couldn’t be ignored. Interestingly, none of Evelyn’s other new clothes triggered such a response from Max.
“What is it about these jeans that bothers him so much?” I asked.
“Maybe there’s some chemical residue from the factory that he’s picking up,” she suggested.
It seemed plausible, but we were at a loss for how to confirm or resolve it.
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As days went by, Max’s barking became a serious issue. Our usually peaceful home was filled with his frantic noise every time Evelyn wore the jeans. Neighbors began to complain about the constant barking, and we received more than one knock on the door from concerned residents.
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To avoid the chaos, Evelyn started spending more time out with her friends. She’d come home late, after Max had calmed down for the night. She never invited me to join her outings, which made me feel increasingly isolated and worried about her well-being. The distance between us grew, and I missed the closeness we once shared.
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Despite the strain, we still didn’t have any concrete answers about Max’s behavior. It was a mystery that left us both puzzled and stressed. But the turning point came one evening when a police officer showed up at our door, marking the beginning of a revelation we never saw coming.
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“I’m Officer Martin Harris,” the man said. “There have been multiple noise complaints about the barking coming from your house. Your neighbors are concerned about the wellbeing of your dog because of all the barking.”
“Please, come inside,” I offered. “Our dog has had a bizarre reaction to a new pair of jeans that my wife bought. We thought it might be because he’s detecting some chemical residue from the factory on them.”
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At this point, Evelyn had come into the room where the officer and I were standing. “It only happens with this pair of jeans, Officer,” said Evelyn. She even fetched the jeans from the bedroom, and handed them over for inspection.
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Officer Harris took a small light from his bag and meticulously examined every inch of the jeans. Evelyn and I watched anxiously as his expression shifted from curiosity to concern. Without explaining, he carefully placed the jeans into an evidence bag.
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“I strongly advise you not to leave the state in the next few weeks,” he said, sealing the bag and taking the jeans with him. We were both taken aback. I was extremely concerned by his warning and how the situation was unfolding.
“Don’t worry, honey. Officer Harris is just doing his job. We have nothing to worry about,” Evelyn assured me.
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However, I couldn’t shake off the unease. Days passed slowly, filled with tension and worry. Every time the phone rang, it piqued my anxiety. However, Evelyn seemed strangely calm, even dismissive of my concerns, which only worsened the way I was feeling. I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t more affected by the situation.
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Finally, a week later, Officer Harris called. “The forensic inspection of the jeans found blood on them,” he started. “The blood has been washed away, but your dog was still about to smell it. We found it using a chemical called luminol.”
The shock deepened as he explained that the laboratory confirmed it was cow’s blood, not human. The case was closed, but he advised us to take the jeans to a professional cleaner.
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As I hung up the phone, I was in a daze. I couldn’t comprehend how cow’s blood could have gotten on Evelyn’s jeans. She was a wedding photographer, there was no way for her to end up with cow blood on her jeans. When I confronted her, she looked away, avoiding my eyes. After a long silence, she finally confessed.
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“I didn’t want to hurt you, so I kept it a secret. I’m so sorry, Peter, but I wasn’t faithful to you. I had a few dates with a local butcher at his shop, and accidentally some blood from the meat got on my jeans. I didn’t know dogs could sniff out the remains of blood even after clothes were washed.”
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Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. The jeans, the barking, the distance between us—it all made sense now. I was horrified to learn that all the positive changes I had seen in my wife were due to an affair.
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She told me she would leave the butcher and that she would never be unfaithful again. She begged me to forgive her and for us to work on our marriage together again, but I couldn’t do it.
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Evelyn’s betrayal cut deep, and I couldn’t forgive her. We decided to divorce, sell our house, and go our separate ways. Now, I find myself at a crossroads. The love I had for Evelyn is overshadowed by the betrayal, and I’m struggling to find a path forward. Life without her seems unimaginable, yet living with the pain of her infidelity is equally unbearable.
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I miss her and all the wonderful times we shared, but I know that if we were back together, I would only be able to think of her with the butcher. I still want to be married and have children, but I don’t think I can ever do it with Evelyn. What I really need now is some advice on how to move on and start my life over again.
What would you do if you were in my shoes?
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