Between the four dogs and the three cats, we were constantly tripping over animals in our small rental. Our newly rescued rat terrier had never lived indoors and he was constantly getting into pissing matches with my other male dog. Scott said, "No more animals." and I was fine with that. Well, not really.
I remained fine with that until I laid eyes on Cuda. By this time we had bought a house and I felt that without a landlord to say "no," we could keep on going. I texted Scott and he wrote back, "No. We already have four dogs". I texted him repeatedly that he didn't understand and that I had to take this dog to keep her from going to the shelter. After about 15 minutes of texting, he relented and texted the words, "Do what you're gonna do because you're (expletive) gonna do it anyway." Of course he fell in love with Cuda, just as he had with the two other dogs I finagled into our house. I kept ignoring his frustration.
Things escalated when Cuda was diagnosed with diabetes. I started getting reminders that we couldn't go anywhere because we had five dogs. We had to plan our days around 6 a.m and 6 p.m. for Cuda's insulin. Still, he took impeccable care of the animals and cooed to them daily.