Remember when I used to love my dogs? Now, not so much with the loving of the dogs. They smell, they shed, they go outside and graze in the yard and then come in and barf up piles of grass and twigs all over the place, they bark, they slobber all over Edwin constantly, they drink all the water in the baby pool while he's in it. I remember people telling us that once we had a kid we would be WAY less enamored of our dogs. And I thought, that will never happen, no way. But guess what? Way.
Our cats' approval rating ain't soaring through the roof right now either. But Edwin loves them so much, SO MUCH, that they are kind of skating by on that. Also, neither of them has put Edwin's entire arm in their mouth, and I can't really say the same about our black lab, Petey (aka "a Pete").
Here I am with a Pete, probably the last time I was enamored of him: when he was helping me through my early stages of labor.
It almost looks as if he knows what is to come. Poor dog.