When my fiancé Matt and I took his twin daughters on a vacation, I thought

it was a relaxing break before our wedding. But one afternoon, I returned from

the pool to find his things gone—and a cryptic note: “I have to disappear.

Soon, you’ll understand.” No calls. No texts. Just me and two

confused little girls trying to keep it together.Heartbroken and panicked,

I brought the girls home alone. But when we walked into the house, there was

something wrapped in a blanket… moving.“A puppy!” the girls screamed,

giggling as it licked their faces. I spotted another note tucked under the blanket.Matt had,

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.