Finally Corrected

My husband has OCD. Some things in his life must be perfect. Other things that would bother other people, he is able to overlook. There is no rhyme or reason to his choices. About nine years ago, our golden retriever, Shannen, died at fourteen years of age. We were all heartbroken. We had her.cremated and have her remains in a box in the living room. My husband wanted to plant a garden for her and scatter some of her ashes over it, so she would remain a part of our house forever. He wanted to make a wooden placard and hang it over the garden. He bought the wood, shellac, wire and plastic letters for her name. He worked for hours on it and when it was finally ready, he showed it to me. The sign said "Shanene's Place". He spelled her name wrong. It seems that the store did not have any more "n" letters so he bought and extra "e". I told him that was ridiculous but he said that it did not matter. Everyone that passed her garden, for the last nine years, has commented on it and laughed. How can someone with OCD live with a sign with a wrong name? After the snowy winter, the letters on the sign fell off. This time, I made the sign. It says "Shannen's Place". Somewhere in doggy heaven, she is barking in delight.