One of Those Dog People

Before we got Thurston, I told myself I was never going to become one of those dog people. To prove it, I told myself that I wasn't going to post about him that often. Ahem.

Have you noticed that those dog people take their dogs everywhere because they can't leave them home alone for five minutes. And when they do leave home, they leave music on so the dog will comforted by the sound of the radio.

Thurston happens to like Jason Aldean right now.

Those people look for excuses to buy their dogs presents.

Can I still throw a birthday party for a dog whose birth date is unknown?

Those people often talk about their dogs with such frequency that you are convinced they have a child that you haven't met.

"That's right. We have two girls and a boy."

Those people like to refer to themselves as "Mommy" when they talk to their dog.

"Mommy loves you, Thurston." 

I need help, people.

So yesterday, I looked at myself and realized that I have become one of those dog people.

In spite of the poop...
the potty...
and the gnawing that takes place within two blocks of wherever he is.

I'm still nutters over this little guy.

Now if you will excuse me, I have a piece of bubble gum that needs to be removed from the chest hair of my youngest son.
What in the world???????????????