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.