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Originally Posted by KimInMD

For 18 1/2 yrs., my dear husband coexsisted with our sweet, old Irish Terrier. While I wouldn't say he was a dog hater, he sure wasn't a dog lover either. Since Lucy came home to us, my big, strong, construction worker, he-man of a guy has turned into a big, squishy marshmallow. He carries Lucy around like a baby, and puts her pink princess bed in the center of his truck console so she can ride with him. This morning he walked me to my car holding Lucy, baby talking "I wuv u, Mommy" and making her wave bye-bye. OMGosh! After 32 years of marriage, who is this guy? I pulled out of the driveway shaking my head. He did this in front of his friends on Sunday too when they came over for the big game. They were on the floor with laughter, and couldn't reach for their cell phone cameras fast enough! No one can believe this transformation. I need to find him a bumper sticker that reads "Real men are owned by Yorkies". I just got to thinking. I'm sure there must be other unlikely "He-man Yorkie Lovers" club members out there.

I need one of those bumper stickers, too. My DH did not understand what these little dogs do to you before we got Brody and Mia, either. He's totally wrapped now, though.