Daisy in the car a few weeks ago and Daisy sleeping right now. I met this dog almost 8 years ago. It was on what I guess was my second date with slackmistress, maybe the third. It varies depending on the definition of date.
Anyway I remember talking about that first meeting later on and slackmistress telling me that there was no way she was going to introduce me to her dog on a first date. I understood. She didn’t want me to get attached too quickly. I did anyway.
About six months after we got married, betheboy told me he wasn’t going to smoke* in the house any more. Because, as he said
"It’s bad for Daisy."
I agreed. He realized I was I waiting for him to say more.
"Oh, and the furniture. It’s bad for the furniture."
A split second later, he realized his mistake.
"Oh, and you! It’s bad for you."
I was fine with Daisy being first. But I came in third.
After the couch.
*He quit smoking soon after this.