You change your tune when the baby comes home. I walked out the front door to the hospital crooning, "Don't worry, Horace, (the dog's name), you'll always be my baby." And I walked back in the door five days later saying, "One false move, dog, and you're out of here." No matter how much you love the dog, when you see those teeth marks (or rash bumps or whatever) on your own child's flesh, you'll do whatever it takes to protect the child, even if it means getting rid of the dog -- though most dog lovers will do so in a responsible way.
Now the baby I brought home is almost 24 and I NEED a Yorkie baby. Now I tell my son, "Don't you DARE do anything to frighten my dog!" And he doesn't; he knows when mother-instinct is in force, though is the first time it's been turned against him! So we've come full circle. |