Between my dad and my husband, I know exactly where their breaking points are. My dad, when I was 14, finally put his foot down when he came home from work one day to see a baby piglet wrestling with the dogs on the living room floor. He didn't buy that you could potty train a pig. (but you can!) The pig was in addition to 53 chickens, 14 hedgehogs, 5 dogs, several fish tanks, whatever wildlife was there for rehabilitating, and a parrot. Figures the pig was the one to set him off. My husband, I have learned, has a different sort of tolerance. I can have how ever many species, but sheer numbers within a species, is a no go. He got pissy when my 70 gallon fish tank had 15 fish. Got ticked off when the rats had babies. Said I can't rescue every dog I see on the road. BUT... when I have 2 dogs, 5 fish, 2 rats, 1 rabbit, 2 parrots, 1 cockatiel, and want to add 3 chickens... he doesn't care. Right now I have 6 chickens, 3 dogs, had a cat until yesterday when a rescue finally said they'd take it and fix it. Now I want eggs... husband says No, I have 6 chickens already. Dad said he didn't care, because I already have chickens, so what's a couple more. LOL Totally different logic! What's the breaking point for the men in your life?