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, protected 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. At least once a day. 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? And have I mentioned that Brady’s cries send Mosley into a panic, complete with high pitched howls? That noise is one I could live my whole life never hearing again.

They are not neglected however, 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. The few times he has been away from the house he has reminded me before he left of the things they need before bed. Its sad that I need a reminder that dogs need water.

Same go for the cats in the house. But they already had the shaft long before Brady arrived.

I want Brady to grow up with animals though, 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.