Well, my husband caved in at the last moment; after I spoke to the shelter lady.
He said that he saw a very sad little dog sitting on the sidewalk, and he realized he just couldn't give Webber up, not knowing if he too, would be a "sad little dog." Actually, I think he doesn't want to deal with a sad little wife!!!
Don't you think that since he put me through months of complaining about the dog, and insisted that I come to terms with the reasonableness of giving him up for adoption , he has "waived" his right to complain? I think that from now on he has to just "suck it up" and be the nice guy that I know he is inside!
I am going to hire a dog trainer and a walker as soon as I can get around to it. And therein lies the rub. I promised that I would do that when we got him 3 years ago. I guess I owe it to Howard and the dog to whip him into shape. OH, not really whip. Do I mean Howard or the dog? Hmmmmmmmm.
