A dog named Kitty. A boy dog with a girl’s name. A species-confused, overly vocal, Kleenex-and-paper-towel-eating canine. My first fur baby. And a terribly broken heart after saying good-bye.
Nothing makes me angrier than when someone relegates their dog to second-class citizen the moment Human Baby arrives. Or worse yet, gets rid of it.
As long as I remain childless, my dog will continue to be my Infertile Girl’s Equivalent to a real baby.