Ready or not...
Hell has frozen over, and Kyle and I are now the proud owners of a dog. Not just any dog, an indoor dog that is part Great Dane. How did this happen? I'm still not quite sure, even though it was kind of my idea. I blame temporary insanity. Since we got married, Kyle has always wanted a dog. I'm not really a dog person, especially not a big-dog-in-the-house kind of person, so we had essentially agreed to disagree on that subject. However, we've been in kind of a rut lately. We do pretty much whatever we want to do 24-7, which is great, but tends to make us kind of lazy. I was talking about this with a friend the week of Valentine's Day, and she suggested getting a dog. I had no intention of doing it, but then I started looking at pictures of dogs who needed adopted online, and pretty soon I came across Oliver. According to his description he was a quite, loving Great Dane mix who was two years old. I thought that might be the prefect compromise. Large but not too l