My husband is a wonderful Dad to Bobby and Gracie and I couldn’t ask for any better.
He’s also a wonderful Dad to the dogs, he just doesn’t know it.
He would never consider himself a dog Dad or even a pet parent. It’s just not the way he is.
I mean this is a man that when the first time he came over to my house, he wouldn’t come inside until I put my big, huge, drooly dog out onto the back porch.
This is the man that I promised things to that I can’t even tell you about if he would let me get Sherman…………..and I still haven’t paid up, yet.
But I’m ok with the fact that he doesn’t consider himself a dog Dad, because I know he is The Dog Father in the making.
The man who use to gag when slobber would be flung upon him, no longer gags.
The man who use to curse the hair he found on his dinner plate, curses no more.
The man who never wiped a muddy paw in his life, wipes away now.
The man who would never go near dog poop, has found himself in deep shit on more than one occasion.
The man who never use to talk to dogs, talks to dogs while laying on the floor next to them.
The man who thought dog shows were stupid, now knows more than me about them.
The man who use to tell me to stop spending so much money on the dogs, keeps silent now.
The man who use to know nothing about the Newfoundland breed, now answers questions readily to anyone who inquires.
The man who use to hate to go for walks. Now walks 2 dogs almost every night.
The man who use to walk away from me in stores when I gawked at crazy things for the dogs, now stands by my side and gawks with me.
He’s come along way in the 15 years that I have known him and I think he has earned The Most Improved Dog Father title.
How about you? Is their a Dog Father in your life? Tell me about them.
(p.s. we haven’t quite gotten to that place where I’ve been given permission to display his Dog Father face all over the blog, maybe next year.)
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