Hubby and Small Animals
My husband may seem gruff on the outside, but whenever he's alone with small animals, his softer, more feminine side shines. For instance, you know the baby squirrels Annika and I raised by hand? Rune adores them. He always wants to be the one who feeds them, and anytime they appear at the back door expecting their usual 7 course gourmet meal, he announces in a squeaky little voice through his broad grin, "We have little visitors." And when he's alone with our smaller dogs, we can all overhear his high pitched voice as he talks to them, "How are you, Peanut?" "Do you want to come it, Penny?" I mean, his voice gets so high, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. Makes me wonder whether he had one long motorcycle ride to many. But it is cute; the kids love it and snicker behind his back, and it should give all us women out there hope that there IS a feminine side in most men that screams to come out. Might take a flea-bitten squirrel or a pugnacious chihuahua to bring it out, but it's there!