Hmmmmm, wow. Well, gee, looks like I opened a can of worms. I will just try to defend myself on some issues.
First, Steve works at home, so, he is not "new" to Lad.
Second, I am not using poor Lad as a scapegoat, far from it. Let me tell you the events leading up to his "adoption"
You see, when I married and moved here from the states, I became most depressed, I did not want a dog, any dog, but Steve more of less insisted that I get one for myself so I would not be so alone, etc. I argued against it, but, he was unyielding. We looked at some dogs, such as Border Collies, Collies, etc, none hit the spot with me. We did buy one dog, not a Sheltie, but she did not fit in with Steve or I, and was too big for my severe back injuries, so, we sold her to the vet tech about a month later. She was happy as houses to go with anyone, so, we both knew she would b OK. After that, I still did not want a dog, but he still insisted. so, I did a Google search for Shetland Sheepdogs thinking I would then feel differently about haveing one. That is when I found the breeder in Dunedin, about 6 hours from here. She sent me a picture of him, I thought he was cute, and we made arrangements to "meet" him. To be honest, I still had reservations. Well, we went to meet him and the breeder, she had about 5 Sheltie pups, all sold but him, I sat on the floor and they all came to me, but he was the most reluctant, I should have taken that signal, but I did not. We stayed a few days in the area until he was completely ready to go with us, I still really was not "sold" on the idea, but again, Steve pushed it. On February the 23, he came home with us. I never left his side, at night, I woke up almost every hour to take him out, played with him, walked him, gave him love snuggles, you name it, I was his "mommy" and I felt that I would grow closer to him like I did my first Sheltie. As he grew, he leaned more and more towards Steve, and of course, being so depressed, and such, it started to make me even more depressed. Here, I get a dog that I really did not want, but we both thought that after I got it, I would start to feel better, but it did not work; and the pup gets closer to Steve.

I want to add that even though Steve pushed this whole idea, he did not, or said he didn't, want a Sheltie, he said he did it for me, he wanted a Labrador.
Well, I have taken very good care of the little fellow, I DO love him, but that "connection" is just not there, I guess because of all that has gone on, I do not feel he is mine at all. No matter what we are doing, if Steve walks by, he runs to him. I do not abuse him, I take fun walks all the time, play "fetch" feed him, groom him, hug and love him, and I do NOT holler when he heads towards Steve, I just hurt inside and cry to myself. Also, now that we have him, we no longer visit overnight with Steve's sister, or dad and step mom, I will not do it as it is not fair to poor Laddie. His family does not like dogs, so, if we ever did, Steve would make him stay in the kennel in their garage, I feel that is mean, so, I just won't visit over night anymore. Steve says there is nothing wrong with that, but, I beg to differ, Lad is not used to that and would cry. Steve compares the poor thing to his Lab that he lost in the divorce, that is not fair either, Lad is a Sheltie, NOT a Lab. He has so many pictures of his Labs, but hardly any of poor Laddie, I have about 900 so far, Proud Mommy, LOL. So, I mean, he doesn't really care for him like he should unless he sees that I am upset that Lad is with him, then, he pours it on.
I never should have gotten the sweet dog, he does not deserve all this dissension. I try not to argue in front of him, I know he is super sensitive to any conflict.
So, YES, I do love him, and if he were sold, I would cry, and of course, I would not do it, I was just so upset the day I posted this, I let it all hang out, I am so sorry now that I did. I am not a bad owner, honest, just confused and homesick and in a shaky marriage. I guess it leaks over into Laddie as well.
As to counseling, forget it, Steve would not approve, and in this small town, there are no such things and Christchurch is too far, I am still nervous about driving on the opposite side of the road and the steering wheel on the other side, I am getting better though.
Anyway, that is the story, please don't hate me, I so want to be a good owner, and I admit, I do want him to love me and follow me like he does Steve, I guess I am over-reacting, I have no one here, and I was in hopes that Laddie would be the answer. Oh well.
