“Look, you're not giving Harper a hard time. Right now, you're giving me a hard time.” He tried to convince Eileen. He proceed, "If Harper is really angry and doesn't want him, how could she possibly have taken good care of Rex all this time? We can't leave him alone at home. Or do you think we have to give him away? If we give him to someone else, are you sure he'll be well cared for and get enough food? She takes better care of Rex than both of us do.”
It was true. Since the dog came to our house, he was treated like a king. He always got the first bite of meat from the table. We walked around the place where he was lying down. The imported canned food he enjoyed cost more than a meal for us and all these expenses came out of my own pocket. It was a clear expression of love—both Dale and I adored him and we treated him as part of our family.
As for Eileen, she was a regular at nightclubs, often sharing images of her indulging in food, drinks and leisure activities. She rarely spent time at home. How could she be expected to provide proper care for Rex? Yet, she still found reasons to pout.