I had been REALLY wanting a dog. Not quite sure why (b/c I've always been a cat person), but I wanted a small, cuddley dog and had been searching online for several weeks. Mark was completely against getting a dog - rightfully so. We're never home, already have 3 cats (yup), don't have time to take care of ourselves much less a dog, blah, blah, blah. I didn't care - was something I wanted - needed in a strange way - and kept looking for the perfect addition to our already crazy life. After a series of "what about this one?" emails/pics to Mark, he finally said the resounding, "whatever." YES! "We" were on board to get a dog!!Searching rescue sites (didn't want a puppy and we had always adopted rescue pets), I came across THE ONE. Wrigley was a rescued pekingese who was found as a stray in Jackson, MI. He has some eye problems ("dry eyes") which created some scar tissue so he has several blind spots. He's also not the friendliest dog - he loves me, but has a tendency to growl and even snap at others (including my kids, their friends, my husband (tho that has recently stopped), visitors, etc.). He has really bad teeth, so the bites don't do much more than scratch and scare, but still... I do recognize that it's not a good thing.
Anyway - back to the topic. Mark knew I wanted a dog. I knew he didn't. He wasn't (and still isn't) thrilled with the dog I picked. I love him to death. Wrigley has some housebreaking issues (he can't really "hold it" all day) and isn't adverse to relieving himself in the family room (I know, yuck), but he's little and all day is really a long time...
My husband loves me, and more than any words, flowers, gifts, hugs, etc. - being "not completely adverse" to adding Wrigley and even more so, "not completely adamant" that we find him another home, shows me just how much. Love you babe!
