A year after Emily was born, I can say that yes, my dogs are still definitely my children, in fact, they are actually more work than my human child most of the time. I admit that I have slacked as a doggie mom a bit over the past year, as I've carelessly pushed them aside to run to a crying Emily or when I displayed impatience after spotting yet another cluster of black hairs on one of her freshly cleaned toys.
Recently, I have felt the guilt of my lacking doggie parenting, but it wasn't more evident than what I witnessed myself doing tonight. Emily June had been hanging out under the table, one of her favorite spots. Of course Brody, her best friend, was only two feet away from her. Well, all of a sudden there was a loud crash. My husband and I looked over to see the kitchen chair wrapped around Brody's neck, practically strangling him. Emily was on the safe end of the chair, her chubby hands clutching the legs and a look of shock plastered to her face from the chaos that she evidently realized that she created. I instantly got up and scooped Emily into my arms, accusing Brody of once again, allowing his massive body to be the cause of all the raucous.
My husband had to remind me that, our innocent 150 pound newfie was the victim, which made me realize how badly I've been slacking as a doggie mom. These boys suffered with us through the first months of parenthood, never making a peep when Emily June cried at all hours of the night.
Whether we like it or not, our human children take over our lives, but let's keep in mind that these furry creatures were our loyal friends before the demands of parenthood kicked in, and they will most likely be by our side when the kid is throwing a tantrum or rebelling in those crazy teen years. They will be consoling us when the kid breaks our heart over and over again a million times. On that note, I'm going to snuggle with my furry, slobbery, clumsy newfs and be thankful for them this year. :)