I cannot complain.
She really liked the big ol black mutt I had when we met in '91 or so. She became a dog person after that and I've never heard "get that stinkin' mutt outa my house". Which is good, because it's not the dog that would have left.
Besides, she was the belly dance teacher at the University student union (two hip replacements put an end to that), knows how to work for a living and did until retiring, is now doing fused glass art stuff which is beautiful and makes her happy.
Not to mention, she puts up with my BS on a daily basis.
