For nearly seven years, my husband and I were firmly anti-pet. We had our reasons: pets are too much work, they make your house smell weird, and they require a level of consistency we weren’t interested in offering. We even swore our future kids wouldn’t have pets either.
“Never ever,” we’d say with a laugh. And we meant it.
Then we met our baby boy.
An eight-week-old stray puppy was found hiding under a car in the blazing Texas sun. He was brought to the nearest emergency vet clinic where, serendipitously, my sister happens to be a veterinarian.
Usually, healthy animals aren’t treated at emergency hospitals, but they made an exception. He would stay temporarily before being transferred to a shelter for adoption.
My sister sent us a photo of him—tiny, wide-eyed, and nameless. My husband and I looked at the picture, then at each other, and in that unspoken moment, we just knew. There was no logic or debate. Just certainty.
“We want him!” I texted back immediately.
She thought we’d lost our mi…
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