I never thought a pair of jeans could end my marriage. My wife, Evelyn, and I had been married 15 years. After years of struggling with infertility, we brought home a Labrador named Max. He became the heart of our home — loyal, loving, and strangely protective. One day, Evelyn came home wearing new jeans. The moment she walked in, Max went wild — barking, snapping, and circling her. He calmed down only after she changed. At first, we thought it was a fluke. But it happened every single time she wore those jeans.