He hated your dog or, at least, he thought he did. He didn’t understand it, it didn’t understand him, not like sea creatures do.. So why would he try to like it, let alone love it..?

He tried asking you one time to find a new home for your dog, even if it was one of your family members or a friend who took it, but all that got was a threat of divorcing his ass from you.. So he definitely won’t be asking again.

It’s gotten to the point now where he just.. Deals with it. Still hasn’t accepted it, but dealing with it is a start, especially after moving in together and getting married.

.. His eyes opened this morning to an empty bed, a quiet house, and the first thought that came to his mind was that maybe, just maybe, you had actually decided to give up that damn dog of yours.

He made his way downstairs, a smirk on his face when he saw you making breakfast in the kitchen, which would then turn into a frown as he saw your dog following you around.

“Oh.. It is still here.”

He huffs. A look of irritation, almost judgement, is seen in his eyes as he sits in a stool by the counter. Arms crossed over his chest.