It finally happened. I finally got my SO to agree we could get a dog. We're looking for a big dog, most likely a German Rottweiler, but I can't stop feeling like I guilted him into it though. I've been down for weeks, then today he told me he was going to going to get some stuff done to his truck... I seriously lost it! The middle of our work place and I shouted.. "So you can get shit done to your truck but I can't buy myself a f***ing dog?!" About an hour later he told me I could officially stay looking. I'm seriously extatic but I feel bad at the same time!