By the end of the week, I'd come to accept being harnessed, although that first time I really didn't like it. However, when Hilary approached me with harness in hand each morning, with a determined look I offered no protest.
It was mid-week that the mailman delivered a box from the store we'd visited. I was sure the collar she'd ordered, and whatever else, were in it. When I called her and told her she was so excited she said she'd leave early so she could see everything that had arrived.
I wasn't as excited as Hilary, but I was curious as to what she'd ordered. If I'd known I really would have been alarmed, for that afternoon was to be an eventful one, that I really wasn't going to like. For it was that day, as I look back, that I stopped being Hilary's husband.