The ex took off and left me and my dogs cold, hungry and alone.
The car he left me was a Porsche Turbo 924 [Porsche is German for "you can't afford the parts"] so I had to sell it.
I put an ad in the paper and one day, the phone rings.
This DEEP voice asks if I still have the car.
[and I actually thought to myself, after hearing the voice, "Oh, good. Things aren't bad enough. Now the Devil is calling me]
So he comes to see the car but decides he's not interested in it...but is interested in me.
Two other guys were on their way to look at it and for some crazy reason, I asked him to stay until they left, 'just in case'.
I trust nobody but oddly, I trusted him completely and instantly.
He did stay and he passed his first test when my Ibizan Hounds loved him.
[they don't like *anybody*]
He passed the ultimate test when I let the Dobermanns and Am Staff downstairs to meet him. They licked him silly.
He came back the next day for a "date" and we've been together ever since.
So, basically, he kidnapped me.
[I love a Viking spirit!]...LOL
My parents were horrified when I brought this home to meet them
Nobody ever saw a thundering, Sicilian biker coming...LOL
