Over at Fiery and Opinionated, Heather was talking about wanting to get a dog and how she is going to be such a bad dog person. I had a good laugh at her post, but I have to admit, her last sentence really made me laugh out loud...
"oh, and if chris and i start referring to ourselves as 'mom' and 'dad' to the dog… you have full permission to punch me in the face."
I say that because that's totally what's happened with my family dog, Dakota. If I were to tell him to go find Donna or Duncan, I don't think he would have any idea who they are because to him, they are Mom and Dad. He also shares a bedroom with them - he sleeps in one half of the room, them in the other half. Every morning, he wakes them up at 5:00 am so that he can climb into bed next to them. For the first few years, he would snuggle up to his mom, even position himself to lie around the top of her head; but lately, he's become quite a Daddy's boy and always has to lay next to him in the morning.
Anyways, Heather's post inspired me to share a few photos of my pup when he was just a handsome little boy.