We love our baby. (Clearly.) We also love our dog. And it has been much to our delight that the two get along so well. It has recently, however, caused me a bit of concern to realise that I think my baby is starting to think he's a dog.
Maybe it has something to do with keeping him in the dog crate...
Or the wrestling with Seamus.
He fetches socks.
Chews on toys.
And drinks from the water dish.
Although it's probably pretty entertaining for Seamus...
I think he is starting to feel like his place is being usurped. 
1 comment:
whatever you do, don´t get one of those kid-leashes. they are evil, i tell you. evil. (my parents used a bright red leather one on me. i found it a few years ago in a box in the attic. SCARY!)
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