Lighthearted! Ish. My feelings are crushed.
Finally got out of rented and bought a house a couple of years ago so we were in the position to own a dog again.
We got a beautiful golden retriever puppy last year. She’s almost 1 now. I grew up with goldens and had two myself when I was younger and in my first marriage. I love the breed, wouldn’t consider another. Dh has never owned a dog (I met him after my dogs had passed away). He wanted one too, so did the children - my younger two are 10 and 4 so have never had a dog. But, you know, getting a dog was for me, really. I’m the one with the time to spend training, walking.
She loves dh. Dh loves her. It’s like something out of a Disney movie.
I’m at home all day. But does she sit with me? No. She sits in dh office, under his desk, happily pressed up against his legs, “chatting” to his colleagues and their dogs on video calls. When he leaves the house, does she sit with me? No. She stares out the front window, like a fisherman’s wife looking mournfully out to sea until his return. I walk her everyday; take her to lovely places where she can run and sniff to her hearts content. She lives for the moment she can dart back into the front door and literally jump into my husbands arms.
She is very much my husband’s dog and I’m not okay.
Oh and my username - she badly injured me a while ago darting after a squirrel and pulling me over in the process. She has never pulled dh. She trots along side him, looking up at him adoringly. So I stand by calling her a massive twat.