When my wife and I got married, we had three cats. The deal we had was that I could get a dog when we bought our house. Six months after we bought the house, I went to our local dog shelter and was picked out by Lady. I didn't pick her, I swear she picked me. It took 3 days instead of the usual week for the shelter to agree wth lady that I was her human. She was a holy terror her first 2 weeks in the house, and my wife wasn't sure if she wanted to keep her. Now that we've al adjusted to each other, and I'm away at FT Drum, my wife doesn't know what she'd do without the fool pup. HOWEVER.......she still gets a little irritated that Lady makes me play with her as soon as I walk in the door when I get a pass, (I'm usually gone for a month or more between visits) and every time we sit together on the couch we have either a case of jealousy or a wedge, as Lady tries to remind Jen who really owns me.