Many people are afraid of cold weather and what it brings, let alone animals. Some animals live a beautiful life. They have owners, a home, food and everything they need. On the other hand, there are those animals that suffer. They spend every day fighting for survival. In addition to being able to remain traumatized after terrible storms and thunderstorms, it can also physically affect them.
Fortunately for these dogs, the bus driver has a big heart. In Buenos Aires, this story happened. The bus driver, regardless of the rules that were set for him, opened the door and let the dogs inside. He did that so they would not freeze. He gave them something they never had, security and warmth.
This event, very touching for all of us, happened when the bus driver took pity on two wet dogs, which were shaking abnormally due to bad weather. Although he subconsciously had all the rules related to his job, including that the city does not allow dogs and other animals to be brought into their transports, the bus driver decided to take this step.
He consciously risked his job and everything he has, to help the dogs feel nice and happy at least for a moment. Man thinks in a way that it is worth losing a job for two living beings. It cannot be compared in any way.
As is obvious, the passengers noticed all this and recorded it on their mobile phones. Pictures and footage were quickly shared on social media, and other people were asked to find homes for these dogs, if they could. Many people witnessed the kindness and kindness of the man who drove the bus, so he has a clear conscience.
Due to the fact that the pictures and footage were shared incredibly fast, so did the gentlemen of this gentleman. A statement from the city confirming that they do not want animals in public transport has been confirmed. But this time they made an exception and did not punish the man for his kindness.
A work not seen every day. Given that you, too, have now witnessed this amazing endeavor of bus drivers, we would be glad if you would send this to all dog lovers you know.
My Husband Refuses to Help with Our Crying Baby at Night, Puts on Headphones & Listens to Calming Music – I Taught Him a Lesson
Scarlett is at her wit’s end, balancing a demanding career and a teething baby while her husband, Dave, sleeps peacefully with noise-canceling headphones. When he dismisses her pleas for help, Scarlett hatches a cunning plan to make him experience her sleepless nights.
I need to vent about something.
My name’s Scarlett, and I’ve been married to Dave for 25 years. We’ve got three kids: a 12-year-old soccer fanatic, an 8-year-old aspiring astronaut, and our newest addition, Lily, who’s six months old.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids to bits, but balancing a demanding career and raising these little humans is no joke.
Dave and I used to be this power couple. But lately, he’s been avoiding his share of nighttime baby duty.
Picture this: I’m pacing the room with a screaming, teething baby at 2 a.m., while he’s blissfully asleep, noise-canceling headphones on, listening to some darn calming ocean waves or whatever. It’s infuriating!
So, here’s the setup. It was one of those nights. Lily was teething and inconsolable. I’d tried everything—rocking, feeding, singing lullabies. Nothing worked. Exhausted and at my wits’ end, I shook Dave awake.
“Dave, I need help. Lily’s been crying for hours,” I pleaded, my voice barely masking my frustration.
He groaned and pulled off his headphones. “Scarlett, I have to be up early. My job is demanding. Can’t you handle it?”
“Seriously, Dave?” I snapped, feeling the hot sting of tears in my eyes. “I’ve been handling it all night. I need some support here.”
He rolled his eyes and turned away. “I need my sleep. I can’t function at work if I’m exhausted.”
That was it. The tipping point. His words stung more than they should have. I felt like I was drowning, and he was just floating by, oblivious. Something had to change. I couldn’t keep feeling this undervalued and alone.
That’s when I hatched my plan.
I’m not proud of it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to modify his precious headphones, planting a hidden speaker controlled by my phone. Yeah, it was sneaky, but I was desperate for him to understand my struggle.
I activated the speaker. The sound of a baby crying filled his headphones. He shot up, confused and irritated.
“Scarlett, did you hear that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“Hear what?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
He shook his head and stumbled over to Lily’s crib.
“Dave, I think you’re just stressed,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Maybe you should help with Lily more often. It might help you sleep better.”
He stared at me, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Yeah, maybe,” he muttered, but the doubt was there.
By the end of the week, Dave was a wreck.
He was snapping at the kids, his patience worn thin.
“Scarlett, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t take this anymore. I’m hearing things, and I’m exhausted.”
I bit my lip, feeling a mix of guilt and satisfaction.
“Dave, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady but filled with the weight of the past few nights.
He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and weary. “What is it? Just tell me.”
One peaceful night, after a particularly calm evening with Lily finally asleep, we crawled into bed, both of us utterly exhausted. Dave pulled me close, his arm wrapped around me.
“Scarlett,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude, “thank you.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. “Thank you, Dave,” I whispered back. “For being my partner.”
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