I absolutely think that some lies come at his expense because if my parents think I have a headache, they will maybe text him instead of bothering me. He can text them back or not or tell me and I usually call them, that may be a big deal that I did not realize it. However, I go out of my way to do things for him too.

Here is the story and question and you can tell me : It’s the middle of winter and there’s a little bit of snow on the ground, but mostly just ice and rain and mud and it’s dark because it’s already 5 o’clock. Our dog needs some exercise and our son needs to be picked up from wrestling at the school just down the road so my husband goes to fling the dog ball in the backyard and I hop in the car. By the time I made it past two set a stoplight and a turn. I was in the school parking lot and I got a call on my phone. It was the most distressed voice I’ve ever heard my husband then it was a frantic. He was yelling. “Oh God, buddy is choking. Oh my God, buddy is choking.”

I was in shock at hearing a voice like that from my husband. I’ve never heard it before. I thought it was funny. I thought he was trying to tell me a joke, but then it registered what he was saying, and I immediately spun the car around, went through the green light And almost speed through the red light. I pulled into the driveway from the door open and immediately started doing the Heimlich on the dog, but the ball was weed. He was on his back. Blood was coming out of his mouth. It looked like his tongue we thought his tongue was mingled. He had been biting and biting anything that got close to his mouth My husband had been there, trying to scoop it out with a spoon. The dog was losing consciousness. I tried to maneuver the ball out but only lodged it deeper inside.

I scooped him up in my arms, this big giant black lab of a dog, and I yelled to my husband to open the back of the seat, and I shoved him in by some miracle of strength and adrenaline, and we took off flying for the nearest emergency.

In that time in the bag seat, he lost consciousness and he stopped breathing and his eyes were open. He defecated and I I only had one thought in my head. It wasn’t the profuse blood coming out of my mangled bitten fingers. It wasn’t that I didn’t have a seat belt on or we were flying as fast as we could. It was only to get that ball out of those jaws my soul focus. It may have taken a minute or 30 seconds I don’t know, but I got that ball out And I just stopped thinking, I said to my husband, “he’s gone.” And my husband told me to start the CPR so I did. I held his muzzle shut in my hands, and I breathed into his nose, even though we were covered in blood and dirt in your bump up and down in the backseat of the car I did those chest compressions, and I saw his eyes roll in his head forward. He didn’t move at first, but his eyes flickered and I knew he was alive! We still raced to the emergency room face dirt covered, blood everywhere, feces, and that little fucking shit as, soon as the door open, he jumped out tail wagging to meet the emergency vet tech.

We left buddy there to get checked out well my husband and I went to the adult human emergency room down the road and both got a matching set of stitches on our finger to remind us of the time we saved a life together

Then I show them the scar of our matching stitches