I love dogs. When I met Reid I had two big dogs (a black lab and my Rhodesian Ridgeback/hound/not the brightest dog on the block/mix). I was perfectly happy with my dogs and my ceramic dog collection I had started when I was five.
(For Christmas I had decorated one of the seven trees in my house with dog bones hot glued onto ribbon, with the ceramic dogs hanging from ribbon and a leash as garland...I thought it was cute but looking back I'm sure my holiday guests were a little worried about my social network.)
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| Merry Christmas from me and my ceramic dog collection! |
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| Myra and Addie...(my) best friends. |
Anyway, it was happy crazy dog lady town for me (
maybe a step above crazy cat lady) until Reid stepped in a swept me off my feet.
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| I love his biceps. So does Myra. |
Luckily, Reid loves dogs too. So in Josephine's nursery there is an old print that hung in Reid's nursery and his dad's nursery as a baby of a dog and cat along with my stuffed dog (
Frisky of course).
(Oh, and also a few dog books which might have been purchased to go under aforementioned Christmas tree...) I thought it was very important our dogs got to know her right off the bat so they knew she was part of the family and someone to protect. So every morning since we brought her home, I've taken her outside and told her about each of our dogs.
(Roscoe, the stray who made our house his home for about six months, has now gone on his way). When she was a little older I'd let them sniff her
(and maybe more than once might have licked her...good for her immune system, right?)
So now that baby girl is up at 5:45 every morning, by 6:30 we're out of bed and playing. In my stupor I can usually get a pot of coffee made so that when Reid leaves for work by 7:00, baby girl and I can have breakfast on the front porch. This way both of us are happy because I get to sip coffee (now in our new rocking chair our friend brought us!) and baby girl gets her banana, egg and cereal (the organic toasted O's) in her jumper chair. And the dogs loooove it. Not only do they get fed on the front porch every morning anyway, but now they get a little dessert of whatever baby girl happens to knock off the chair (or toss their way).
Anyway, all of this to say that I think Josephine has developed the same fondness for dogs as we have. And perhaps some sixth sense understanding of canine psychology because when I looked at all the pictures I took of her and Myra this morning (
Mattie is a bit more aloof) they were making the same expression/doing the same thing in every single picture.
Maybe Josephine will be known as the "crazy dog baby."
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| Yes, we have a motorcycle on our front porch. |
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| Notice Myra's under bite... |
