A couple of years ago, I really wanted a dog, and the ex-Mr. Sarah K did not. So I did what I always do. Made a spontaneous decision while he was out of town. I went to the Humane Society and adopted a lovely Keeshound. I didn't realize at the time he had slight psychological issues, but I'm attracted to that type, so whatever. The ex wasn't happy at first, but he grew to love him. When we separated, the ex got Jake, the dog. Last night I received a disturbing email. The evidence is as follows. Before and after pictures.
I can't tell you how upset I am. I like fluffy things as well. That is probably another reason I adopted the little nut case. Should I be this upset? He's not mine anymore, but COME ON!!!