that I love my husband:
On his last day between jobs (a 3 day “vacation” that consisted of telephone calls to old work, telephone calls for new work, errands, and kid-shlepping), we rescued a puppy.
A tiny ball of fluff that is probably ownerless, needs 24/7 supervision, cries at night, and had to be defleaed. (My brother and I did that; Taxman took the kids to the dentist.)
But the other option was to leave her defenseless on the street. Never in one million years would he have done that.
Love.
Awwwww.
Ooooh, is there going to be a post on Reasons #1 – #2,563?
And taking kids to the dentist is definitely another reason!