Damn it, Glow!

Read a post yesterday about some chick whose guy gave her an ultimatum. Him or the cat. For me it was a no brainer. Choose your spouse.

What does my husband do? Come home last night with a damn dog! I am not a pet person, ok? I like looking at animals from afar. I don't want them in my house. Especially not an underfed, flea ridden dog. I went to bed livid. The dog slept in my room. Woke up this morning to my very sweet husband telling me to take the dog out, walk it, and don't forget to give it a bath. P.I.S.S.E.D.

He keeps calling to check on the dog. He asked me if I'm still mad. Very much so. "Ok, babe. I'll get rid of the dog." Now I feel like an ass because my poor husband wants the dog. While she's very sweet, I seriously don't want her here.