There are rational decisions, and then there are decisions like…

You getting a notification that there’s a puppy named Wrenley, born in May (same month as your Renley), who’s described:

“This girl has soulful scrumptious eyes and a big kind heart that carries a presence of peace anywhere she goes.She is patient, kind, studious, and stoic living her life at a pace that is more along the lines of a summertime stroll in the 1960’s than a modern day marathoner’s pace! Wrenley seems to be teleported from another era as a reminder to us all that we need to slow down, find content in the little things, and not let the negativity in this world steal our joy for living life abundantly.”

And then the rationalists in you and your husband get thrown out the window.

TL;DR: we’re getting another dog.