Let me just tell you that there is no one on this earth that is better suited for me. He makes me laugh, he loves to gossip, and he capitulates on a regular basis... We really are soul mates. Wait, can you want to murder your soul mate? See? The anger and frustration have already taken over and I can't control my words any longer.
Here's the deal: My wonderful husband is a dog freak. But not just any kind of dog, which, to me, is kind of elitist and dogist. He looks down upon cute, eternally puppy-like, small dogs, and loves big, sloppy, messy, drooly dogs. Gross. Right now, we have one of each, which sort of works out fine. Let's just say, I've come to terms.
Well, now, he has big plans to bring another dog into our home. We are already borderline weird, dirty, dog people. The fur tumbleweeds are everywhere, and you all know how I feel about having to feed the animals on a daily basis. It just doesn't seem right. What would they do in the wild? Don't tell me they wouldn't skip a meal every now and again.
Anyway, there are many reasons this is not a good idea. We like to travel, and boarding two dogs is expensive... so just imagine three! And please, you know who will be the one training it!
This is all just too overwhelming to even type. I'm going back to bed. But please, play along so I will have something else to think about when I awake.