Junk Yard Dog

I finally figured out what she reminds me of: a junk yard dog. Yep, that's it. My husband and I were having some trouble. He said "well, her legs were wide open, so I f*cked it". She has been down right rabid. My husband called me up to 11 times a day, but not on her days off; for months. She has been stead foot in the way of he and I talking. After 21 years of marriage I have a junk yard dog snapping at me and guarding what she thinks is hers.