Confession: I Might Love My Dog More than I Love My Husband

are animals more, less, or equally important to humans?

selfie of author and Maxwell

During the warmer months, I like to do my online classes and workshops outside. It’s quiet, comfortable, and easy to focus. When I come back in, Maxwell is always gets excited to see me. He’ll run right over and leap into my arms most days.

The other night, Randy had knocked over a container of Mom’s crafting supplies right before I walked into the house. Apparently, I walked in at the wrong moment, because the first thing I saw was Randy standing, with his foot level to Max’s back just to the side. A fraction of an inch and his foot would be on Max’s back.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked Randy.

“Max is in my way” he stated, squatting to pick up the contents of the box.

I picked my foot up, “So, if you’re in my way, I should just put my foot close to you like I’m ready to stomp?” I ask, overprotective as always.

This is not an uncommon scene in my house. Randy knows my one rule about Max: if you do anything to hurt my dog, I’ll make sure you’ll get it double.

Max’s Background

I adopted Max from the Humane Society in 2018. I was on the lookout for a new dog…