"My boyfriend of 3 weeks and I ended up driving to Baja on a whim. There was a stray dog begging for food so I bought a few street tacos and set it on the ground for him. When I came out of the restaurant a few hours later tipsy from Karaoke and Patrón it was apparent that dog had been in a fight and was bleeding. I started to cry sloppily and went back to our hotel where I promptly passed out on top of the covers. When I woke in the AM and walked out to the terrace, Ken said "Good morning, let’s go grab breakfast and then find the dog" I knew he was "the one " because he was doing that for me.