When I was pregnant with my third there was a push from my husband and 2 children to get a dog. I explained to them all that I was brewing the very best pet they could ask for, and that I wasn’t going to chase, potty train, and pick up poop after BOTH:
The baby AND a dog.
So our son Samuel was born in January, and as a newborn, wasn’t a very fun pet. The kids were a bit disappointed.
But now he’s 8months old and all the fun I said he’d be.
Our little chubby Puppy.
He chews on absolutely EVERYTHING
He eats EVERYTHING. Table scraps, books, flowers, bugs…
The kids can snuggle him; he chews on their noses and leaves slobber.
They try to pick him up and move him to where they want him, but like a dog he’s too heavy so he gets that “my arms and neck are going to get ripped off look” and worried brow. He also never stays where you want him to.
And Mom gets to clean up lots of poop.
All around I think my family’s got themselves the very best pet. Sammy.
and the best part? It’s only for a short fun time, till he grows up.
THEN we’ll talk about getting a dog.