When we sold our house it was hard to find a rental with five dogs and three cats. We found one with a high monthly fee but I was glad that I wasn't being reminded how hard it would be to find a rental with five dogs and three cats! Then I took a job at a shelter and started bringing dogs home temporarily. They would stay for a night or a week so I could evaluate them in the home and then I would send them off to be adopted. No harm in that, right? Not until I started hinting that I wanted each dog that I brought home. He would say "no" and I would impress him with my amazing willpower and bring the dog back to the shelter. I really thought I was being cute but I later learned he took me quite seriously.
Eventually, our old man Cisco, the discarded breeder dog, passed away from old age. We were now down to four dogs. One of our cats passed away and we were down to four dogs and two cats. I made arrangements to "foster fail" a puppy and after hammering Scott with my pleas, he gave up saying "no." Something was different because he didn't fall in love with the puppy. I ended up backing out and felt like crap. I saw that as compromising and giving in although I complained about it a lot and how much I wanted another dog. Scott finally blew his top, revealing that he felt disrespected, unheard, walked on and placed behind the dogs in the order of importance in the house. I asked him why he said "yes" each time and he told me that he felt he had no choice and that a happy wife meant a happy life but he couldn't take it anymore. I grew resentful because after all, he knew I loved animals when he met me. I became so resentful I tried to picture myself living alone with the animals and wondered who would help me with their care. I love Scott and didn't want to leave and didn't want him to leave me. I stopped, thought about it and finally realized that sneaking dogs into the house in a cutesy way did not make it cute or okay.