I remember the night of the discussion with my second wife, Mishna, because it offered a window into her soul that was jarring. We were lying in bed and I said, “What are we going to do about Boomer peeing on everything?” Without even a pause she said, “Let’s just put him down.” It was unsettling. I always knew she was a little cold-hearted, but that was disturbing. It also fed my paranoia on a cultural level. She came from German stock. As a Jew I thought that way of thinking was a slippery slope that probably led to the Final Solution.
