You know your a dog person.....when....
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You
have a kiddy wading pool in the yard, but no small children.
Lint
wheels are on your shopping list every week.
You
have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around
the house, but no babies.
The
trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen
sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
You
can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there
are nose-prints all over the inside.
Poop
has become a source of conversation for you and your significant
other.
You
refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy.
Your
dog sleeps with you.
You
have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but
she understands.
You
have little songs that you sing to your dog, and she always wags
when you sing, even though you can't carry a tune.
Your
dog eats cat poop, but you still let her kiss you (but not immediately
afterward, of course).
You
like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.
You
carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.
You
talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kid.
You
sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your
dog.
You
put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable.
You'd
rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go
to the movies with your sweetie.
You
go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of
the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and
your dog loves to go with you.
You
open your purse, and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-ups
pops out.
You
get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can
use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit
hip-deep in water.
You
don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard
chirping "Meg, pee!" over and over again, while Meg
tends to play and forget what she's out there for (but what your
neighbors think of your behavior is yet another story).
You
and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day.
Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter
remedy from the drugstore.
Your
dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy lumber and build
her a small staircase so she can climb onto the bed by herself.
Your
license plate or license plate frame mentions your dog.
You
match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your dog.
You
have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).
You
lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you
get.
You
hang around the dog section of your local bookstore.
You
skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before
work.
You
are the only idiot out walking in the pouring rain, but your
dog needs her walk.
You
don't go to happy hours with co-workers any more because you
need to go home and see your dog.
Your
parents refer to your pet as their granddog, remember her birthday,
and send her greeting cards and gifts.
Your
friend's dog acts as Best Dog at your wedding.
Your
weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike
(both days).
You
keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case
your dog gets thirsty at night (after all, her other dish is
way down on the first floor...).
Your
freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.
You
never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your
dog gets a taste, too).
You
shovel a zigzag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach
all her favorite spots.
You
avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your dog
is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.
You
keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta.
You
make popcorn just to play catch with your dog.
You
carry pictures of your dog in your wallet instead of pictures
of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else
remotely human.
