𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲; 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲

"You don't fucking own me Mendoza," I shouted, "you can't tell me what I can and can't do with my life."

"I know that you idiot, but I am your husband so therefore I do have some say on the shitty decisions you're going to make."

The audacity of this man.

"For God's sake, if I was going to throw myself of a cliff, then that would be something we would discuss.
Having cosmetic surgery would be something couples talk about.
Me wanting a fucking dog has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, Rosa, yes it fucking does. I don't want some smelly old mongrel living in my house."

"Our  house," I spat, "and seeing as I haven't seen my mother since the wedding and my brothers are fuck knows where, I want a dog. And you and your shitty employees can't change my mind."

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I figure if getting a dog alone would piss my dear husband off, getting anything other than a pedigree pouch would just be icing on the cake.

The pound was a desolate building situated somewhere between the police station and the casino.
With high wire fences and thick concrete walls, it couldn't be described as anything less than a prison.

Inside were dogs of all breeds, shapes, colours, and sizes.

"Have a look around, choose a dog and then we can sort out the fees later," grunted a man with a remarkable number of earrings on his left earlobe.

"I wish I could take all of you home," I whispered in defeat.

Wait a second...

I had a currently three step plan to piss off my beloved husband.
1 ▪︎ Buy a dog
2 ▪︎ Get said dog from the pound
3 ▪︎ Make it anything but a pedigree

So, would it really be a big deal to add a simple 4th step?

4 ▪︎ Bring 20 dogs home

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"Honey I'm home!" I shouted as I opened the doors.

Aiden came down the staircase.
He was wearing a tailored made suit, with a purple silk handkerchief in his right breast pocket.

"Why the fuck did I just get a notification from the bank saying $2400 had just been taken out of my account," his eyes looking over towards the bags of collars, leads and dog food.

"Collateral damage," I winked, "you on the other hand will be glad to know I have succeeded in my dream. I am now the proud owner of 21 dogs."

He stared at me, his jaw threatening to collide with the floor.

"And where were you planning on keeping all these dogs?"

"Relax, I have a friend who's visiting from Texas, she's going to take to her ranch. I'm only keeping one."

"Oh, so you are keeping one? Maybe you can return my money whilst you're at it," he glared at the rottweiler at my heel.

"Technically when we got married, our assets were shared with one another. Therefore, that money I spent was taken out of our account, not yours," I smirked in victory.