Get the dog. You’ll be happier.
“I would rather get a divorce than a dog”, says columnist.
“Good idea!” responds the dog community.
From a columnist at the Daily Mail:
Everything about them (dogs) makes my stomach turn — the way they smell (like mouldy socks), the way they foul (any where they like; my street seems to be their favourite place), the way they moult (is there anything more repellent than a dog hair-strewn sofa?) and, most of all, the way they make a beeline for me whenever I’m in their midst.
She goes on (ad nauseum):
It’s not even as if I have my nearest and dearest to back me up. My husband Chris, a stockbroker, has made it quite clear that when we move out of London, he wants a dog. I’ve made it even clearer that he won’t be getting one. I’d rather file for divorce than let a mutt into my home.
Yet Chris still has his heart set on owning a golden retriever called Ralph. ‘He won’t care what’s happened to the markets,’
he explains pleadingly and with increasing regularity.
Then Chris (the husband) makes the money quote:
‘He’ll welcome me home after a hard day at work and give me loads of affection.
And that, my friends, says it all. Chris, go for the four legged blonde. He will go for walks, or you can go hunting/fishing/swimming together. All in peace and quiet. And about the wife…try these people. Maybe they can help.