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Horacio, my beloved.

Carrillo swears he's not an animal lover. Somewhere along the line when the two of you got together, you mentioned adopting a pet. He was immediately adamant about the fact that he did not want one. He claimed that he didn't have the time for one, didn't want the extra responsibility--you name it, he had an excuse locked and loaded.

And you didn't push the topic for a long time. There was so much else going on that you figured maybe he was right about neither of you having the time to devote to a pet. But then you found an abandoned puppy, all alone and lost in the middle of a good ol' Colombian downpour, and you couldn't just not bring it home.

So the first thing you said when you walked through the door, before even saying hello or asking how his day was, you told him, "Horacio, you can't be mad at me." Needless to say, that greeting got his attention.

When he saw the bundle of fabric in your arms, he just knew. Letting out the deepest sigh in the world, he walked over to see just what you'd come home with, how much work he was going to be in for.

The pup was a sad-looking thing. Soaked to the bone with mats in its fur, and clearly needed a few good meals that it hadn't been getting. Neither of you said anything but when he saw the pleading look on your face, he just sighed and shook his head, "I'll grab some towels."

For days all you heard from him about the dog was mumbles and grumbles, constantly shaking his head whenever he would come and lay by Horacio's feet. You were worried that one of these days you were going to come home and Horacio would meet you with an ultimatum about getting rid of him. You kept your hope, though, that he would change his mind.

Then, one night, when Horacio had another impossibly late shift, you woke to the sound of your dog's jingling collar. You got out of bed to make sure he wasn't getting into or destroying anything, and that's when you saw Horacio, letting the puppy up on the couch so it could lay in his lap.

He saw the smile on your face and instantly shook his head at you, "He's alright for a stray."

You let out a tired hum of approval, "I do have a knack for strays."

This one got away from me a little bit but I'm not sorry.