” The first month my boyfriend and I started dating, my fourteen year old black lab, Calvin, died.
My boyfriend came with me when it was time to euthanize him.
That was definitely a bonding experience.
After 6 months of dating we moved in together and I insisted we get a dog.
He didn’t want a dog, so we put it off for a month.
We traveled for 3 weeks and when we came home, I suggested again that we get a puppy.
He made an excuse the first week, but the second week, my sister visited and she and I both insisted we go to an adoption event.
He kicked and screamed the whole ride there.
It was the first time we argued in front of my sister (who is also my best friend).
We didn’t tell him there were 3 adoption events happening that day.”