Woof!

The Mrs needs a talking to.
Please.  Someone, take her in hand.
She put my (admittedly quite delicious) supper down, and I decided to saunter outside to take the air.  I like to dine in my own time, sometimes as late as 10 or 11pm, basically whenever it suits me.  
She (the Mrs) then declared that my girlfriend Tara was here (she gobbles my unattended supper like.....well, like a starving dog).
I was so alarmed that I beat all my previous speed records for anything.
I fear the wretched woman may find it amusing to take a motion picture of it another time.