My house is a zoo. Between our two dogs and our one cat we are only a goat away from charging admission. Now as we prepare to welcome a human to the mix and even up the pet to person ratio, I can’t help but wonder, is it too much?
We try to make good decisions. We pay down our credit cards, we rarely eat out, we don’t rent furniture. But for some reason we collect pets. I wish I could blame this solely on my wife, but to be honest, I’m a sucker for a dog.
Our household could already be described as overwhelming at times, add the pending chaos of a brand new baby to the mix and things should get interesting. I’m sure that Baby Simon, from the warm confines of the womb, is already well aware of the sound a doggie makes.
Our oldest dog, Bruce, has already taken to sleeping in front of the crib. My wife and I feel like he knows what’s going on and looking forward to the new addition. He’ll be the baby’s best friend, no worries here.
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The cat is just a cat. He’s in, he’s out, and he’s pretty low maintenance, we don’t even have a litter box. If there’s food in the bowl, he’s all set. At times I forget we even have a cat. He and I pretty much go our separate ways.
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This leaves us with Mason, the loose cannon of the house. I’ve documented many of Mason’s escapades and he will, and does, keep it interesting. Mason is a spoiled brat, the worst kind of a pest there is. When we first found out we were expecting, we hoped the 9 months would give him time to mature. We’re still waiting…
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I’m hoping he will surprise us, but there has been little evidence of this in our trial runs. Children put him on edge, he just can’t seem to figure them out. Usually when friends drop by with children, Bruce will welcome them, at times too enthusiastically, wagging and wiggling with excitement. Mason however, will circle the kid, sniffing while inspecting the small unusual being, ready to bolt or let out an annoying bark at the first sign of danger. As an expectant father, I worry how our wild child is going to react to our real child.
He has made some strides though, and one day he just may be a normal dog. But I would like to see him settle down a bit before I bring home a helpless child. In the meantime, I need to do a better job of keeping the stuffed animals off of the floor.
