Your dogs are only your babies until you have actual babies
“My dogs are just like my kids” I used to say. I loved them like I thought one loves a child. I spoiled them, cuddled them, babied them, missed them… they were my world for 4 years.
Until he came.
Now they are just one more obstacle in my way throughout the day, like the dishes or work or um, finding time to take a shower.They shed, they whine and they bark. I can’t tell you how many countless times they have woke the baby up. I swore it would never happen but my first loves have switched from sweet babies to animals.
I am always angry with one of them. I mean, do they not see this baby resting over here on my lap? Why would you want to wake him? And have I mentioned that Brady’s cries send Mosley into a total panic, complete with high pitched howls? That noise is one I could live my whole life never hearing again.
But not to worry, they are not neglected thanks to the man in the house. If not for him I don’t know that I would ever remember to feed them or let them use the bathroom. Same goes for the cat in the house, but he already had the shaft long before Brady arrived.
We love our dogs though and I want our kids to grow up with animals and learn to appreciate them and be respectful of them, so the dogs aren’t going anywhere. They are still part of the family and still bring a little something to this place… even though sometimes I can’t quite remember what.
First published in October 2010.
