I feel sorry for the guy.
Then again... what a wimp.
The problem was my husband, Rob. It would be an understatement to say
he didn't want a dog. He didn't even want to talk about it.
The next day was his birthday.I called him at work and joked I'd
found him the perfect birthday present, the cutest dog. He was unamused. I
described Nick. Rob reminded me of his no-dog position. I just kept on talking.
"You know how I feel," he said finally. "Do what you want."
It was all the green light I needed.