I’m so excited to be participating in Multitaskingmumma’s link up, “It’s What I Love About Him”. Check out other participants of the link up here. Hopefully, I’ll be participating in many more in the future. Without further ado, here we go:
There are a million reasons why I love Greg and it seems like every day I find a new one. He makes me laugh even when I’m intent on being grumpy, he’s the most awesome Daddy to our little girl, he loves his mama and he makes me coffee in the morning on weekends.
But probably one of the biggest reasons I love Greg is because he loves animals and will do anything to make sure they’re okay. Sometimes he’ll take a spider outside instead of killing it. He has to stop, talk to and pet every dog we see when we’re out and about. And on one memorable trip to Boldt Castle, some school kids found a snake in one of the little ponds around the castle–all of the adults–save my boyfriend–ran away from the pond. All of the kids ran towards it to see the snake–as did Greg, who was just as excited as they were.
I call him Noah on occasion because it seems like animals sometimes flock to him and they just LOVE him like he’s their best friend. It’s like they know he’ll take care of them–like the ducklings that fell through the rain grate by the road in front of our house. Greg–and a couple young neighbor boys–fished out the ducklings and then Greg and I spent the next couple of hours tracking down a wildlife rehabilitation specialists we could find to make sure the ducklings were okay. We finally found one, who actually lived not that far away from us and when we got to her house, Greg was totally in heaven because she had a heated shed where she kept all of the animals she was rehabing. I have to admit, she had a pretty sweet setup and we left her house with Greg totally convinced that he should start building the necessary accommodations in our barn to become a rehab specialist himself.
Then came the bunny babies he found by a tree in our yard. They were so new to the world, you could barely tell they were bunnies and not, say, squirrels. Back to the rehab specialist we went to drop off the babies.
And then there was the turtle. Greg came home from work one day, opened the car door and asked me to hold ‘this’ and shoved a huge turtle at me. Let me make it clear–I like animals, but OMG, I don’t do turtles or anything even remotely slimy. Give me big floppy dog ears and fur any day. Anyway, I shrieked (because I’m a total girl) and made Greg put the turtle in a box before I would hold it. He said he had found it on the side of the road on his way home. He hadn’t wanted it to get hit by a car, so he had brought it home.
Suffice it to say, the turtle didn’t stay at our house long. Greg relocated it to a stream about a mile away from our house.
But the very next day, Scout was barking like crazy at something outside and when Greg went to investigate, he found THE SAME TURTLE in front of our porch. I am convinced the turtle had come back to find Greg. And even though I was convinced the turtle was satan, but Greg happily took the turtle back to the stream again.
We are currently free of extra animals–just our usual circus of two dogs, one cat and a bunch of fish–but I know it won’t be long before Greg brings home another animal needing some love and attention. Do I mind? No. He’s just like a little kid bringing home strays. As long as he doesn’t bring home snakes like he used to when he was a little boy–and as long as he doesn’t teach Zoey to do the same. I’m ready for whatever he finds.
After all, I have the rehab specialist pretty much on speed dial.