I adopted my lovely rescue dog last December. My DH was on board and DS delighted (obviously wouldn’t get a dog if full household weren’t ok with it) but it was always going to be my dog and my responsibility.
All good. I’m the one that feeds him, walks him, picks up poo, housetrained, gets up in the night etc and have put in loads of time and effort with training and he’s now a sweet, well mannered little pup!
Finished work and was looking forward to snuggling with him on the sofa and find my treacherous little arse of a dog curled up in bed with my DH and the little bugger won’t move from his spot! All alone on the sofa 😭