Well, I really did it this time. I did something that made my husband so mad at me that he didn't speak to me for a week, even on Christmas day!
About two weeks ago, he found a stray dog in our drive way. Since we have four dogs already, I assumed, we would care for this stray puppy until we could find a home for it. But, he decided to keep it, even though I told him I couldn't handle raising another dog. It took three days of mayhem - the puppy chewing our fence, constantly getting out of the gate, the noise!, the trampling!, the male dogs fighting(I was afraid I would have to take my male schnauzer in for stitches), my being stuck with this dog for 12 hours a day while my husband was working, before I had had enough. I tried talking to my husband about it, but the only reply was, "he's my dog."
I took the puppy to the park. He's cute, and luckily, I found someone else who thought so too. I got rid of my husbands dog. It scared me to death. I have never had to go against him like that before. And he was so mad! But, why couldn't he understand my dilemma? It is one more example of the ways fibromyalgia has made my life so difficult. Was I wrong to look out for my own needs above the needs of my husband? That dog was terrorizing my life.
About two weeks ago, he found a stray dog in our drive way. Since we have four dogs already, I assumed, we would care for this stray puppy until we could find a home for it. But, he decided to keep it, even though I told him I couldn't handle raising another dog. It took three days of mayhem - the puppy chewing our fence, constantly getting out of the gate, the noise!, the trampling!, the male dogs fighting(I was afraid I would have to take my male schnauzer in for stitches), my being stuck with this dog for 12 hours a day while my husband was working, before I had had enough. I tried talking to my husband about it, but the only reply was, "he's my dog."
I took the puppy to the park. He's cute, and luckily, I found someone else who thought so too. I got rid of my husbands dog. It scared me to death. I have never had to go against him like that before. And he was so mad! But, why couldn't he understand my dilemma? It is one more example of the ways fibromyalgia has made my life so difficult. Was I wrong to look out for my own needs above the needs of my husband? That dog was terrorizing my life.