The Husband Lives

I think we can consider Attempt #2 the first “serious” dog walk I invited him on. I had Breadcrumbs, a fifty-kilo brown Doberman with pointy ears, a frightening silhouette, and enthusiasm turned up to maximum.  He , on the other hand, was not a dog person. He was also definitely not the type of person who would go on a long walk without a serious purpose. And this is where our definitions started diverging. A purpose, in his definition, would have been something “normal,” like going to get some PC components, buying more memory or a hard drive, going out for dinner, or maybe going to a movie. Preferably by car. Or even by bus. “Taxis were invented a long time ago for a reason” used to be his motto. A long, few-hour dog walk was not on his list of “normal things to do.” But he was eager to spend time with me, and he agreed... Oh boy, he had no idea about the upcoming attempts to off him. I mean... I probably underplayed the length of the “small walk with the pup” a BIT, and he had...

The very first incident that I remember as an attempt to put him in an early grave (by heart attack) is what we now call the KaKaw incident. This took place on a lovely quiet afternoon, both working on our computers in the same office when out of the blue I thought it is a good idea to yell out a loud KaKaw!  Without any sort of warning. He still  had no idea how crazy I was, so you can figure out he jumped out of his chair and put his hand on his heart and had to take it slow for a few minutes after.