My mom was married to a Muslim (from Egypt) from 1984-1986. We had our dog Sally. Wasn’t a problem. He prayed 5x a day because he was supposed to like a good Catholic… Muslim – whatever it was – but outside of some minor dietary restrictions (he ate ham accidentally at a party but it was ok because it was out of ignorance), he just got up, went to work, came home.
Oh, i couldn’t put my feet up. That was equivalent to mooning (showing the bottom of your feet). But that’s was about it. I remember we played soccer in the backyard.