This Post Was Probably Inevitable
I swear she's not on drugs ... as far as I know. Let's just lay down the groundwork for what's to come. I am not my dog's parent. I am not daddy. I own the dog and I take good care of it, but I am not its parent. I understand that and you understand that. Now that we've cleared that up, let me tell you how owning a dog is like having a kid. As a former live-in nanny for a newborn and a 2-year-old, I speak with some authority on the subject . The day she learned to swim. Owning a dog, a puppy in particular, is tough. I need some dog owners out there to back me up on this statement: It's a little like an accelerated version of watching a kid grow up. For example, when we picked up Daisy from a shelter in Tennessee in February, she didn't like being in her crate. Just like your 2-year-old, right? She would bark in the crate at 5 a.m., ready to go out and play or, preferably, she would lay down in bed next to you for a while and get her breakfast. That was Febru...