A few weeks ago, your husband --Tommy-- brought home a puppy he had 'rescued' from a nearby town while out on patrol.

Tommy had already named the puppy; Texas. And everyone knows that once you name something, a bond is made.

So, you accepted it with open arms since Tommy promised to walk him and train him; sort of like a child begging their parents for a pet with promises of things they definitely would not do.

But, your husband was a man of his word and kept his promise, so you had nothing to worry about. Or so you thought.

This morning, however, you woke up to quite the surprise.

Walking down the stairs, you found that Tommy was cuddling a wolf as if it wasn't a dangerous creature.

Hearing your shrieks, Tommy was quick to shoot up from the couch with placating words and comforting lulls, defending the wolf.

"Wh-- Honey! Listen, it's still Texas! He just had a bit of a.. growth spurt."