My husband wanted a Great Dane. It was his dream dog. So needless to say I gave into his whining and got him the dog. Why I have yet to figure out because I knew I would be the one getting up and letting it out and feeding it, and so on and so forth. We had many arguments about the dog and who's responsibility it was to take care of him. But i still ended up doing it.

Anyways So then my husband decides he wants a 62 inch TV. I let him get it. now we get the TV and get it home got it all set up then had to leave to go to dinner with the wonderful parent's. Destroyer our dog he isn't to happy when we have to go out. Well we finished dinner and was heading home. We pull in and see destroyer sitting in his time out corner... We are thinking to our selves:

"man, he must of done something really bad if he was already sitting in his time out corner”

Sure enough, we walk in ( I'm behind my husband so I can't see anything yet) my husband hit's the floor face first... he had passed out. I look up and see that destroyer went to town on the new TV that we had for not even four hours. The screen was torn into pieces with wires hanging in every direction. I then so gingerly got my husband up and told him "I guess all the times I have gotten up to take the DESTROYER out or fed him so on and so forth was worth it."

I laughed and to this day I still laugh. Needless to say my husband doesn't ask for anything anymore because know i won't depart with the dog. My husband even built a new edition of the house so he could have nice things but Destroyer took care of that... he burrowed through the new wall. I even sent a picture of the Destroyer.  Thanks for letting me share the story :)