This afternoon, after playing a rugby game, Dear Fiance ended up chasing our dog Darcy across a crowded highway and into the Iron Triangle for close to 10 minutes.
To give you an idea of how unbelievable this is, you have to understand that even cops refuse to drive into the Iron Triangle unless there are two squad cars going at a time.
Because they're scared. No kidding.
DF sprinted after Darcy, now affectionately dubbed "numb nuts," straight through traffic and into the worst part of town imaginable to save my little terrier from being lost or hurt.
He's my hero. Although I asked him to please remember next time to that he's more important than any animal!
