Well, I've had a difficult couple of days and haven't been on line because of some events that have happened at home. Namely, a major crisis and comment made by spouse, in which I was so angry, I could have really slapped him silly. In any event, I have a greyhound puppy that is 17 weeks old, and 2 nights ago, I took him outside around 5 p.m. because my husband didn't want to be bothered him in, so we decided that I would let him run in the fenced yard. That was fine. Well, he was very excited and ran back and forth the length of the yard and the second time he cut across the yard, and ran across by the satellite dish and ran straight into the dish mounted on the pole. He collapsed onto the ground and I ran as fast as I could to where he was which was at least 25 yards or so away (we have an acre) and the dog was yelping, kiyaking, etc. I looked all over and couldn't find out what was wrong with the dog or see anything wrong. My husband came out from the house there was so much noise and commotion. I picked up the dog and carried him back to the house. And then my husband took the dog from me and proceeded to tell me, that it was fortunate that he hadn't been with the dog, or I would have said something to him about it, and I said, I was completely away from the dog and had nothing to do with it. And you seem to feel that the dog is interfering with what you want to do. Then he proceeded to make another smart comment. So, I was just so mad, I called the vet and let him stay inside the house with the puppy. But, my feelings were really hurt. I stayed outside and went back in later, and he started to say something else to me, and I told him it would have been better if he had quit when he was ahead. Because at that point, he was really botching things up. I told him, I was very careful, and very specific with how I wanted things for our dogs. And that I paid careful attention to details for the little things for our dogs. And then I walked away. Later, he came up and apologized. Then, for the last 2 days, I have asked him if he would assist me, only if it wouldn't be inconvenient for him to help me with the dogs since I didn't want to interfere with things to do. I am hoping he will get my message soon. He is very short on patience. And now the puppy has a broken tibia and has to have surgery next week to correct it and realign the bone. My husband has absolutely no patience. It's been really hard. I have been sitting and laying on the kitchen floor next to the dog's bed or whatever I have to do in order to keep the dog quiet or from crying so my husband doesn't huff, puff, or complain. I am starting to think the days I am alone here with 3 dogs by myself are easier, than being home with him on the weekend if he can't help and be happy doing it. So, I will continue to try and be pleasant and ask for help, even if it kills me, which it very well might do.