Is there anything cuter than an child petting a fluffy dog? I mean, besides a large number of children petting a high volume of fluffy dogs (while bunnies hop at their feet, obviously). I mean, it's a truth universally acknowledged that people love puppies and babies. I do, too, though I'm coming from a place of pseudo-experience when I say that having both can be challenging yet awesome. Most new parent pet owners have seen that the resources for preparing your dog for a new baby are plentiful, long, and occasionally contradictory. As awesome as it is, it can also sometimes be a hot mess.
Like most parts of parenthood, my partner and I tried to guess how the relationship between our dog and our son would go, and we did our best to follow as many guidelines as possible, but there was really no way to know until we experienced it ourselves. Now, like 95% of the time I wouldn't trade it. I love seeing the interactions, I love seeing my son find a dog toy in the hallway and run to the living room to offer it to our dog, I love seeing my partner take the two of them out for walks on sunny afternoons because it's super cute to see them all together (no, it has nothing to do with the fact that it gives me a few minutes of free time, why do you ask?). Still, it's not always easy to have a dog and a toddler under the same roof, and here's why:
Which is typically followed quickly by the endless reaching into their mouths to retrieve what shouldn't be there.
Who found the toilet paper roll and left shreds all over the bathroom? Why is there half-chewed bread on the floor in the kitchen? Why are everyone's socks spread out on the bedroom floor? What is life? We may never know.
I like to think that manufacturers on both ends get a good laugh over this one. I mean, someone should.
The dog shows this by sniffing and licking, while the toddler stares and squeals, "dog!" And neither quite knows how to respond.
We've gone from "get it, quick!" to "oh shoot, the dog got something," to "what was it? Was that chocolate or raisins? No? OK, meh," whenever something hits the floor next to our son's high chair. The dog, in the meantime has developed a taste for cheese crackers.
I've lost count of the number of times I've been forced against my will to stop what I'm doing and watch my son attempt to pet our dog.
Oh hey, did you guys know that kids don't like having wet socks? I know, crazy!
Granted, we're a bit lucky in this area since our dog doesn't bark that much. However, we can always count on him to alert us whenever the mailman comes to the door, which conveniently always seems to happen right around nap time.
I'll spare everyone the details, because who really wants to know the specifics of our household's digestive messes? Just please trust me when I say: gross.
You guys, it goes DOWN at my house when we get packages. We are all-hands-on-deck since the dog goes into protect-and-serve mode, while our toddler goes bonkers over the large trucks idling outside.
I mean, vacuuming is pretty high on my preferred list of chores because it's fast and it gives immediate results. Still, it's a chore, so I consider it a struggle.
You haven't lived until you've used a fluffy dog as a pillow and snuggled a sleepy toddler at the same time.