Yesterday, I got very angry at Ted which is unusual but he made a hateful and stupid remark which set my teeth on edge.
He said he was tired of eating slop. I had served a pasta,
cheese and hamburger dish. He went on a tirade saying that I
put Rotel in everything. There was no rotel in it.

Needless to say, I barely spoke to him all day and retreated to the guest room last night. I was surprised by Jose who
came to bed with me carrying his toy dog. Rex slept outside
the door. It served him right and I felt totally vindicated
knowing that the dogs took my side. They can't talk but action speaks louder than words.