When I met my husband he had a pug named Dexter. Dexter was a naughty little fellow that loved my expensive shoes. Even though he demolished several pair and he chased me around the house I grew a great fondness for him. Unfortunately, he did so much damage in the house my husband at the time had to sell him. We were both hurt, me even more so than my husband.
Months went by and I always would ask the new owners how he was doing? He was doing great. That made me happy, but I still… Continue