Ok. I’ll admit it. I used to be a dog hater. I’m not proud of that fact, but I’m owning up to it.
Yep. That’s the way it was until a little ball of white fur entered our lives. He won us over, and carved out his own little place in our dog-hater hearts. Bear has reduced a family of four adults to talking baby talk, rolling around on the floor, and generally allowing him to get his own way—often. Something we would have never put up with with our own children. Somehow it seems ok with him though.
Yep. I’ll shout it from the rooftops. I’m no longer a “hater-of-dogs”. I’ve been reformed. And I think I like it.