It happens eventually in all new relationships. Those first nagging signs that perhaps you have differing sets of values and goals:
you like chai, he drinks milk
you like pajamas, he sleeps naked
you're vegetarian, he eats meat
you like cats, he ... is reserving judgement
and sometimes it's even more fundamental issues than mere likes and dislikes:
Yes, I'm afraid Bear and I are having a slight difference of opinion as to what constitutes an acceptable chew toy.
Among the more contentious items are:
any and all phone and computer cords
my good tape measure
the toes of my brown cowdy boots
anything involving 'in-progress' fibre or yarn or the accoutrements thereof
David's gloves and/or his toy wombat
Oakley's tail [ and I'll admit that I was too intent on averting carnage to grab the camera ]
semi acceptable items include:
the bottom half of my PJs
and my slippers
I'm sure we'll work it out and reconcile our opposing points of view ... eventually
on the plus side, however, the puppy training is coming along just fine:
I already know how to open the kitchen door when he needs to go to the toilet, and he has taught me that the 'sit-ever-so-cutely' when combined with 'The Look' means that I'm supposed to pick him up for a cuddle. I'm a fast learner!
oh, you thought that it was the puppy being trained?
2 more sleeps until the Australian Wool and Sheep Show at Bendigo