Puppy Love

In another month we'll have had our sweet puppy dog for a year.  She's the first dog I've ever had and while I was a little nervous about her arrival at first, I now cannot imagine my life without her. 

I've always been a "cat person" and Bailey Ann has been with me for over five years now.  She will always be my first furry child, but she has a personality all of her own and is rather unpredictable.  It's what I like to call spunk.

But Wrigley, oh sweet Wrigley.  I don't think she's yet to meet a person she doesn't like.  Nor has any person yet to dislike her.  I love how she follows me around the house and just plops down to "guard" me wherever I am.   I feel safer knowing she's always here with me.

And I think Wrigley knows there's a baby on the way.  Until about two months ago, we had to practically drag her into her crate every morning when we left for work, but suddenly something shifted and she goes in willingly as soon as I walk over to the treat bag.  And whenever we sit on the couch (yes, we're those pet owners who let the dog on the couch...), she sits next to me and puts her head on my belly.  It's like she's already protecting the baby.  And she comes and lays in bed with me when I'm not feeling well (yes, we let the dog on the bed too...)

We definitely lucked out in the dog department.

And the cat department...