Adobe, bad dog, stop f*cking my wife!!!

This title has quite a bit of history and let me clarify one thing, I've never been married or owned a dog. I'm not going to get into it now, but what would run through your mind if you were a down and out 80's/90's DJ, who now does personal appearances at public fairs just to get by in a rented limo driven by your brother, where you have pictures taken and you can't hide your cold dead eyes long enough to keep up the illusion of happiness, and you walk in on your ex-wife (who you pay an exhuberant amount of child support to) getting jiggy with your dog (called Adobe, who you'd reared since he was a pup)?

Exactly.