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.
