I know a dog that thinks he is a person.
I know a dog that wouldn’t think of sleeping on a dog bed.
I know a dog that forced his humans to buy a king sized mattress.
I know a dog that can’t be bothered sharing a room with a newborn. Night waking is not his thing.
I know a dog that left his parents’ bed a few days after baby #1 was born but returned to their bed when she moved into her crib.
I know a dog that left the bed again when baby #2 arrived, but again returned when she moved to her own room.
I know a dog that left his human parents’ bed the minute baby#3 was conceived. His human mom didn’t even know she was pregnant. The dog knew. He thought they were insane. He still has not come back.
I know a dog that sometimes pretends the kids do not exist.
I know a dog that at night snuck into the girls’ bedroom, jumped in their beds and stole their favorite stuffed animals to carry around the house.
I know a dog that was bred to tree bears, but is scared of people with strange haircuts and hats.
I know a dog that acted out when baby #3 came home – no more kids – enough is enough.
I know a dog that in 2014 destroyed a princess lunch box, a cat lunch box, a dinosaur lunch box, two fox lunch boxes, a panda bear lunchbox and three fox backpacks.
I know a dog that when baby #3 was just a couple weeks old devoured a giant Costco size container of Jelly Belly jellybeans (64oz). The bloated dog wandered the house, whimpering for hours while his human parents worried. That night the minute the human mom sat on the couch to relax after getting three babies to bed, the dog jumped on her lap and spewed rainbow color vomit all over her and the sofa.
I know a dog that has had his tail pulled, face grabbed, been climbed on and bitten by barbaric small people but has never snapped back.
I know a dog that didn’t acknowledge the existence of baby #3 until he started eating solids. Now he licks baby feet daily.
I know a dog that runs to the door when his mom puts on yoga pants and running shoes in hopes that he will get walk.
I know a dog that was born to run unleashed in the mountains.
I know a dog that more often than not walks sandwiched between two strollers around the park in the city.
I know a dog that could choose to hide in the closet and avoid the chaos of three children under five like his Basset Hound sister.
I know a dog that always chooses to be part of the action, lying in the center of stuffed animal picnics, hiding in blanket forts and always cuddling up for story time.
I know a dog that is depressed when his family goes on vacations without him.
I know a dog that didn’t like the children but now lies with them on the couch.
I know a dog that has the loudest howl in the neighborhood.
I know a dog that is lightning fast.
I know a dog whose cerebral cortex shuts down when tennis balls are around.
I know a dog that like his human dad became exponentially grayer with each additional child.
I know a dog that is indispensable at mealtime, cleaning all the crumbs and licking messy hands.
I know a dog that after four years has grown picky as to what food he eats off the floor at meal times.
I know a dog that got me walking even when it was 90 degrees outside and I was 41 weeks pregnant.
I know a dog that has gracefully been through the ups and downs of eight years of marriage and the birth of three children.
I know a dog that was at the top of the totem pole and is still pretty high up there.
I know a dog that now sleeps covered in stuffed animals on a certain four-year-olds bed.
I know a dog that will be magically woven into three children’s childhood memories.
I know a dog that pretends he doesn’t like the kids but accepts them in his family.
I know a dog that sometimes acts as the scapegoat for his human mommy’s wrath.
I know a dog that is fine with that.