The first night at home he wouldn't stop crying when we put him in the crate so LP-ette ended up sleeping on the couch with him at her feet and getting up with him every 2 hours or so to take him out to the bathroom.
Today, after I asked her where she was sleeping tonight, she looked at me and threw her hands up in the air. "I know! Don't even say it!"
"You know, me being crazy for this whole dog thing!"
"I didn't say that. I was just wondering if I would get to stretch out across the whole bed tonight."
Needless to say I am now more than 1 point down in the books of matrimonial support.