Kevin? playing the role of the 'wife'???
Dear Prudie:
I love my husband dearly and we have been happily married for 20 years. With that said, I find myself more and more jealous of our (his) dog. OK, I know this man loves me, and I think even more than the dog, but good grief! He will walk in the door at the end of a long day and there she'll be, barking and howling for him as I stand there waiting for my turn. He lies on the floor with her on the weekends and pats her, talks to her, and sleeps side by side with her. Sometimes I blow up about it, but then shortly after I feel like a nut job for being jealous. I have joked to our friends that maybe if I rolled over on my back and peed on the floor I might warrant the same attentions. His love for the dog is a running joke with the family and our friends. —Throw Me a Bone!
Dear Throw:
Can I borrow your dog? Ours is sweet but pretty much a bust in the "I love you, I love you, I love you" department, and my husband is bereft about it. We briefly had a foster dog that would drape himself across my husband's chest, his nose in my husband's armpit—those days were among the happiest of my husband's life. As for sleeping with your pets, well, the early years of my marriage were spent with my late, beloved cat perched on my head each night. Either you feel this way about animals or you don't. Your husband does; you don't. Look at it this way: He comes home to you and the dog every night. Wouldn't you be more jealous if you thought he were out somewhere cuddling with the cutie in accounting? And as much as he may love his dog, surely he does still throw you a bone every now and then.—Prudie
Amen Prudence...amen...
I love my husband dearly and we have been happily married for 20 years. With that said, I find myself more and more jealous of our (his) dog. OK, I know this man loves me, and I think even more than the dog, but good grief! He will walk in the door at the end of a long day and there she'll be, barking and howling for him as I stand there waiting for my turn. He lies on the floor with her on the weekends and pats her, talks to her, and sleeps side by side with her. Sometimes I blow up about it, but then shortly after I feel like a nut job for being jealous. I have joked to our friends that maybe if I rolled over on my back and peed on the floor I might warrant the same attentions. His love for the dog is a running joke with the family and our friends. —Throw Me a Bone!
Dear Throw:
Can I borrow your dog? Ours is sweet but pretty much a bust in the "I love you, I love you, I love you" department, and my husband is bereft about it. We briefly had a foster dog that would drape himself across my husband's chest, his nose in my husband's armpit—those days were among the happiest of my husband's life. As for sleeping with your pets, well, the early years of my marriage were spent with my late, beloved cat perched on my head each night. Either you feel this way about animals or you don't. Your husband does; you don't. Look at it this way: He comes home to you and the dog every night. Wouldn't you be more jealous if you thought he were out somewhere cuddling with the cutie in accounting? And as much as he may love his dog, surely he does still throw you a bone every now and then.—Prudie
Amen Prudence...amen...
posted by Tanya Kristine at 1:55 PM
8 Comments:
haha....
Puppy love is the best love. Cute post.
so funny... :)
That's good stuff there, TK!!
Hehe! :)
Sometimes it's like that in our house. But it works both ways. Sometimes for him, sometimes for me. In the end, Simon gets ALL the attention, but he deserves it.
dog pile!
"throw you a bone"!!!!
HA!
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