As he often reminds me, my husband would never have a dog if he wasn’t married to me.
And yet he’s more than a casual onlooker in our little Casa de Perra. He’s a full-fledged inmate if I ever saw one.
Whether I’m bringing foster dogs home or teaching Honey to ride in a bike cart, he always bring a sense of humor to the proceedings.
But you know that already, right? You’ve read his guests posts.
Oh, you haven’t? Then you don’t know what you’re missing.
We’ll start off with the slightly gross:
Over the past two days, Honey has been coming up to me out of nowhere and nuzzling the palm of my right hand.
I would find this behavior cute instead of vaguely creepy but for the fact that my little finger has been seeping trace amounts of blood from the eight stitches I received from a losing encounter two days ago with an access hatch cover.
Read the rest of Glad to Meat You.
And of course, what kind of dog blog would this be without a truly amazing poop story? And I mean amazing. Learn what happens when, walking a dog without a plastic bag, my husband gets inspired by the surrounding snow and the image of a tootsie pop in The Dog, The Universe, and Me.
So he might not have a dog if he wasn’t married to me. But he’d also have fewer funny stories.
Your Turn: Do your closest friends and family understand your dog passion? Or do they just go along for the ride?