I have to ask this question of animal lovers--because I want justification to show my husband that I am not the only one who is slavishly devoted to her companion animal.
So get ready to give me lots of justification because to this day my husband thinks I must have been temporarily addled when I did this.
I have this dog. His name is Bozo--yes the name is embarrassing (why I chose that particular name could be a whole 'nother thread in and of itself) but it suits him--although to avoid humiliating him publicly I call him Boswell outside the house. He is the first canine companion animal I have ever lived with. He is now 18, and his health is kind of failing--but I would move mountains to keep him happy and healthy and around me because
I worship the ground that this dog walks on.
If I had to pick a "best friend" from among the creatures populating my existence, I'd pick this dog every time.
But to make my (as usual

) long story sort, here's why my husband thinks I'm nuts.
My first husband was pretty well off. Let's just say that when it came to money, my ex-husband was errrr...
awash in assets.
When we got to the lawyers office to divvy up the divorce property, my ex-husband starts making dark noises about wanting to keep the dog--now mind you he didn't particularly
like this dog. At this point he just enjoyed pushing my buttons--and my devotion to the dog was one he knew would get me rolling.
Without batting an eye,
in front of his lawyer and everything I said,
"You can have everything, but the dog comes with me".
"Done", he said.
And that's exactly what I got in my divorce settlement.
I got the dog--and he got everything else--and I mean
everything. I was lucky I got custody of my underwear, cause I sure as hell didn't get anything else.
The funny part was that I was totally sincere--and 15 years later I
still think I got a good deal.
My current husband, whom I guess I would choose as my
second best friend

thinks I must have been drinking prior to the divorce conference.
But there's something about that dog. I would truly do it again in a second.
So whaddaya think? Was I nuts? Try not to take into consideration that this is Boswell the Wonder Dog and apply your own experience with a companion animal to the story.
If you had been in my situation would you have done the same?
Or are there some lines you'd have to be nuts to cross when it comes to devotion to a companion animal?
Cyndi