I’m very lucky…My husband is quite the handy fellow…AND…he really does ALOT for me (even when he doesn’t want to).  It can’t be easy living with me…. I get bored very easily and I’m always dreaming up something.

For example:

Me: “Hon, I think we should get another dog”

Buddley (his nickname since high school) : “No”

Me: “Why?”

Buddley:”Cause”

Me: “Cause Why?”

Buddley: “To much work”

Me:  “I’ll take care of him”

Buddley:  “Will you STOP ALREADY!”

But before you knew it we were in the car heading 2 hours away, in the dark, to a far away land. Low and behold we came home with this:

Notice the green ears?  At first I thought there was something seriously wrong with him until I was told he was tattooed.

Thing is, even though I was the one that wanted him…Bear just wanted Buddley.  In fact he adored him.

Bear wanted to be with him always (and still does).

So Bear grew and grew and now he is part of our world.

Well after a while I got bored again and decided I wanted ducks and chickens.

Me: “I want ducks and chickens”

Buddley: “No way!”

Me: “Why not?”

Buddley: “They crap everywhere”

Me:”I’ll clean it up”

Buddley:”No”

Well the next thing I know this appeared on the back of the garage.

Me: “Buddley what’s that?”

Buddley: “Your damn chicken coop”

Me:” THAT’S a chicken coop?  Holy crap……lucky chickens!”

Buddley: “Ya well……..you don’t want the foxes to get them”

And so he worked and worked and worked until:

And so the next thing I know we had these:

And these:

And then this happened:

Can you believe Bear has never tried to eat them? Every morning he goes out with me to let them out.  He follows them down to the pond and then comes back up to the coop to steal some of their grain and maybe an egg.

Weird dog thinks he’s a duck!

So now, Buddley has a dog that follows him around like a …well…puppy and he has these every morning for breakfast:

So to make a long story short (and believe me it’s a lot longer than this)…

My man loves his woman.

He does things for me that he doesn’t want to do and I am happy to say that (most times) the things he doesn’t want end up being the things he loves the most.

Me: “Aren’t you glad you listen to me?”

Buddley (with a sly grin on his face): “Shut Up”