My wife had a dog before we got married. They ate and slept together, and their bond was very deep.

When I pursued my wife, she said I had to pass the dog's test. The dog agreed, and only then was willing to be with me.

At that time, I thought my wife was a very compassionate girl.

Loving the house and its crow, I bought the dog a lot of meaty bones.

The dog also accepted my feeding.

If I had known back then that the beast would tear my daughter's face skin off,

I would rather not have met my wife back then.