rushed home to adopt a St. Bernard puppy—because I once told him how my childhood dog, Max, saved me from drowning and was my greatest protector. He couldn’t let someone else take Max Jr. A moment later,
Matt walked through the door, full of apologies and puppy supplies. I was ready to throttle him… then I kissed him instead.Because sometimes love looks like panic, a wagging tail, and the wild things we do for the people (and pups) we adore.