Yes, I still have the Dog. Using “I” instead of “we” because this Dog is mine. I was forewarned that this would be my fate. My children love him but conveniently are unavailable to walk him and play with him “everyday, all day” as promised by the letters and tears that led to the purchase of sed Dog.

The older girls have a very hot and cold relationship with this pet: my toddler still asks for another dog named Max (I have no idea who Max is but he clearly made a great impression).

It’s been a long road that we are still traveling together because puppies don’t follow rules and I’m a terrible dog trainer. I guess I have trouble following rules too!

Sometimes I love the dog, mostly he tests my patience like everyone else in this house. On the flip side, my family has pointed out that maybe the Dog isn’t fond of me either. That’s fair. So…here we are. Stuck together with luke-warm feelings.

The positives: I’ve never met another canine that is as sociable. He is obsessed with having dog friends! He will spot his pals from across the street and bark until he gets to play with them. Although he hails from Charlotte, NC he’s definitely feeling that Lowcountry lifestyle. Boating, marsh swimming, dock jumping…he’s here for it. Another positive, because loves fellow dogs…I have “Dog Mom” friends now!

The Dog Park can seem intimidating; like a group I couldn’t crack into. Not anymore! After a few missteps, like having the pooch poop without a poop bag in tow–I’ve learned my lessons, taken the notes and now…I’m in!

It’s a similar vibe to toddler playgroups, minus the neurosis from the parents. “Dog Moms” don’t feel the need to tell other “Dog Moms” how perfect their dog babies are or how smart they are–because everyone is pooping and/or humping inappropriately. There’s no room for self-aggrandizing because, well…they are dogs.

See!!! I don’t hate my dog.

Here are some pics of my D-O-G taken by another “Dog Mom” who is a much better pet owner than Moi! BTW, the Dog does have name.

He’s affectionately known as Prince. And…don’t worry, I’m not getting attached. Not on your life.