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Now today's first story comes from 23 Skidoo Street who says am I the asshole for

hiding my boyfriend's dog to prove a point. My 23 female boyfriend Hank, 26 male, has a dog

ladybird and we have a son together Bobby, three male. He has had ladybirds since before we got together, about five years ago.

I'm naturally allergic to dogs, but I make do because I know Lady Bird means a lot to him,

and I've grown to love her as if I had her my whole life. We both have full-time jobs and split

the housework just fine, but when it comes to Bobby, I feel like Hank treats

Lady Bird better sometimes. Hank will come home and go straight to Lady Bird to play and cuddle

and talk to her, but he never stops off to see how Bobby is doing. If he's eating or if he had a

bad day and daycare or anything, I assume he's thinking he's with Mama, so everything's

good. I feel there's not too much to ask for an acknowledgement when he first gets home.

Last month on Hank's day off, I had Bobby out of daycare since he was sniffly and I didn't

want to risk it, so Hank watched him. When I came home from work, Hank was watching TV and I couldn't

find Bobby. Hank was being blasé about it saying he's around somewhere playing. I was about to

call the police because I saw the back door open with one of those bulk snack boxes by it when a neighbor

that lives three houses down came by to drop Bobby off. She told me he came

through their doggy door and was trying to get in their daughter's room. They have a five female

daughter that Bobby plays with a few times a week. Obviously I was freaked out but thankful he went to a safe

place. I yelled at Hank for not watching him and he told me to calm down because it all worked

out fine.

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