Here is a text message exchange Mr. Incredible and I had the other night:

Me:  Know anyone who wants a lab puppy?  One showed up at my sister’s house.

Mr. Incredible:  No and leave it there please.

Me:  *ignoring him because every time i say dog he automatically tells me i can’t have it, regardless of whether i want it or not.*

Mr. Incredible:  Please don’t tell me you already brought it home.

Me:  I didn’t bring it home but I don’t appreciate you assuming that every time I mention a dog that I am going to bring it home.  It kinda pisses me off.

Mr. Incredible:  What should I think then?

Me:   I have brought one fucking stray dog home in the almost 4 years we have been together and he ran away before morning.  It’s not like I do it all the time!  I am sorry I like dogs better than people!  And if I wanted to bring a dog home, to MY home, I don’t know why I need permission!

Mr. Incredible:  Whatever, I ain’t fighting with you.

That was Tuesday night, haven’t spoken to him since.  And yes, maybe I flew off the handle a bit but he does that EVERY SINGLE TIME the word “dog” is uttered from my lips.  I wouldn’t want a lab and he knows that so why would he automatically assume that I offered it a place to live?

Ugh!  And for the record, the ONE stray dog I brought home, HE helped put the dog in the bed of HIS truck and HE drove it to my house and HE fixed up the shed so the dog couldn’t get out but the dog did anyway.