I took Home a Retired Police Dog. [Horror]

Rocky is such a sweet little angel. He didn't bark at all while he was at the rescue. They only smiled at me.

I texted my husband on the way home, "On OUR way home." I'm not sure about the name Rocky. I thought of Sargent Bark."

"Babe."

"What?"

"Just for the name. 'Babe.' Since he's a pig. Do you get it?"

When I got home, I was ready to scold my husband for coming up with such a mean name. He wasn't home, though.

Asking, "Where are you?" I sent him a text.

"Work. Nearly done."

"I thought the business was closed on Sundays?"

"Getting caught up on paperwork. Going to be home soon."

What else made me want a dog? My husband works all the time these days.

Strange times. Sometimes very late at night.

I showed Rocky around our house. I led him to his crate and the toys I had bought for him. His eyes showed that he was happy.

I was so excited to show my husband our new dog when he got home.

Rocky started to get angry. When my husband came home, he barked loudly and tried to snag his legs.

I held Rocky down. "I swear he's never behaved this way before."

"Honey, I just went to the pot shop." I have pot in my pocket.