We always knew we’d get a dog. Sure, we could smuggle a cat into our teeny apartment for a few months, but adding a canine companion to our family was impossible until we owned a home. We closed on our house a few days shy of our first anniversary, and three short months later, we fought our way through a horrible Michigan winter storm to welcome home our wrinkly Weimaraner pup.
I always said I wouldn’t be one of those moms who loved their dogs like nothing else…until their kids came along. It seemed so sad, so cold to dismiss the four-legged friend. Yet, I too found myself cringing at the sight of dog hair on baby blankets, and his dirty nose nudging the clean toys.
And I’ll admit there are times that I haven’t completely trusted Xanther, which has caused us to keep a watchful eye on the dog-baby relationship. Now that they’re both a little older, we’ve let them interact a bit more and it’s been pretty cute to watch them.
Seeing the wonder in Calder’s eyes as Xanther licks his hand, and hearing his squeals of delight at sloppy wet kisses remind me that he’s not just my dog. He’s our dog. Our family dog. And as much as I might have (possibly will have again soon) thoughts that life would be easier without him around…I know that deep down, I’m a softy for this floppy-eared fella.