Oh, I feel a kinship to you. My father never allowed pets, and I never wanted one. I finally caved at (I got you beat) one month away from 47. The same thing happened. Zeus was supposed to be my husband's and son's dog. Didn't happen. He is 100% mine. I, too, fit your list. I won't go anywhere my dogs aren't welcome. We don't go eat out, because I don't want to leave without them. Unfortunately, we both work but would prefer to be stay-at-home dog parents. Oh well, such is life. My husband had the bright idea that he will get a second Yorkie that will be his and my sons. One year and two months after Zeus, we got his half-brother, Perseus. Guess what, he is also mine! I love these babies so much. They both sleep right beside me every night. Happiness and love on 8 legs. I wonder how I lived almost 47 miserable years not knowing what this kind of unconditional love is. Regrets for sure. I would have never thought I would dig through doggy poo to look for the shouldn't have swallowed it object, but I definitely have. I think you are perfectly normal (at least I hope so for my sake) and wish you the best of love with your baby! |