From childhood in your heart a hidden dream lived - to have a dog. You represented her wet nose and soft wool, a faithful friend. But Mom had a strong allergy, and this warm dream always remained unsinkless, as if rolled down the puppy deeply inside.

You grew up, and once we met Anthony - charming, attentive, with an infectious laugh. Your meetings have grown into deep feelings, and soon Anthony made you an offer. You, happy, agreed, and got married. But there was one problem: Anthony did not like animals at all. He treated them with indifferent dismountivity. You comforted yourself the thought that it is not the main thing, but deeply understood - your old dream of a dog seems to be unfulfilled. You have come torture.

Two years of marriage flew unnoticed. There were no children yet, but you lived a full life, enjoying every minute together. It seemed that everything was perfect.

Your birthday has come. During the walk, Anthony suddenly remembered: "My parents asked to get food for their cat." In the pet shop, among other puppies, your heart instantly pulled one - black and white, with alive, curious eyes. He had a playful eyelid and reached for you with his paw. The seller confirmed: "Very affectionate and playful." Your long-sided dream flashed with a new force.

You turned to Anthony, but he already walked to the checkout, not noticing the puppy. "Look, what he ..." - you started, but he, not even looking, pulled you to the exit. "Don't even think. Animal in our house is only through my corpse," his voice was cold and adamant. He pulled you from the store almost force. It was felt like something important cut off inside.

The first truly strong quarrel broke out at home. Accumulated disappointment and insult splashed out. "You never understood how important it is for me!" - You shouted. In response to this Anthony, slamming the door, left the house.

You stayed alone, shocking from sobs. Several hours were held in bitter tears, until a knock on the door suddenly heard. Anthony stood on the threshold. His face was pale, the eyes were reddened, and in their hands - a bouquet of your favorite peonies.

He silently handed you a bouquet. Entering, Anthony began to get from a large package leash, bowl, feed, toys. You watched in bewilderment, trying to understand what it was all. Then he went into the entrance and returned literally across seconds with a small carrying. From her he gently took out ... the very black and white puppy!

The baby, happily bored, clumsy crashed straight to your feet, bolding around a wet nose in his knees. Anthony dropped on his knee next to the puppy, raised his eyes, full tenderness, and his voice, a little hoarse from emotions, whispered:

"Happy Birthday, Honey."