There was a couple whose dog had died, so they buried it in the dog cemetery and then went home. Neither of them said anything. But after a while, the husband put his arm around the wife's shoulder and said: "I'm sorry darling. I know I haven't been very good to it -- the dog; but now that it has died, I feel kind of sorry. If you really feel very bad about it, I will consider getting another dog for you. But to be honest with you, I don't love dogs.
If it hadn't been for my love for you, I wouldn't have had that dog for one second." The wife turned around and looked at the husband: "What?! I thought it was your dog!" When they moved in the new house, the dog moved in too, the day of their marriage. Both thought that the dog belonged to the other. So that was a lucky dog.