This post was originally supposed to go up before the arrival of mini T so be prepared if the timeline seems a bit odd.

The past few weeks have been a bit baby heavy around here. I know reading about baby-related things isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and it seems like babies are taking over my blog world right now. A large number of the bloggers I follow are either pregnant or just had a baby. Karina, Julie, Gina, and Jess are just a few. I thought things would eventually slow down but they have actually sped up and time is flying by. We are no where near ready for our new arrival and have a lot to do before the big day.

That being said, today I wanted to talk about something I never thought would happen to me. I have become one of those people who care way too much about their dog. Let me start by saying that I do like dogs and if I had to choose between cats and dogs, I would choose dogs every time. I just never thought I would have a dog until much later and it never was something I included in my “plan” if that makes sense. Last March, my husband and I got a Siberian Husky puppy (<—my first post!). It was something my husband had been wanting since he was 8 and it just worked out to be the perfect time for us to get one.


Those first few nights were rough and honestly I thought he would just be “my husband’s dog.” I have had dogs before but I don’t get attached to animals easily. Boy was I wrong. This dog has weaseled his way into my heart. He has such a personality and is super intelligent. He was so easy to potty train and hasn’t destroyed any furniture (or anything really). When he doesn’t get what he wants, he actually pouts. Who knew dogs could pout? He also legitimately listens when you talk to him and he turns his head and stares into your soul with his deep blue eyes.

Sirus face

Can you tell I like him just a little bit? There are so many things I could say about him but that would just be ridiculous and they are probably things that everyone thinks about their pets.

The problem here is that now I actually stress out about him. Does he have enough toys to keep him happy all day? Is he cool enough? If we have to board him, will they take good care of him? Will he be ok after being fixed? Is he getting enough exercise? I actually googled “how to tell if your dog is happy” among other absurd things.

As I was talking to a friend earlier this week, she said “you really love that dog don’t you?” That’s when I realized…I had become one of those “pet parents” that I used to laugh at. I get it now. Now, instead of giggling to myself when I hear about someone going out of their way to make their dog happy, I actually think “would I do that for Sirus?” So yes, somehow the thing I never thought to avoid because I never thought it was possible actually happened. I am now attached to this animal and I have a feeling it is just going to get worse as he gets older. You may now judge me if you want.


What are some ridiculous things you’ve done for your pets?

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