I think I’m getting soft. I never think about having kids, but lately I’ll catch myself staring at babies and little children, thinking how cute they are.
I’ve mentioned before that I petsit for a little Malti-poo named Sophie. How appropriate that it’s me and her breed has the word poo in it.
Every time I watch her for a long period of time, I imagine that she is my own hairy baby and I enjoy every stupid moment we spend together. When she pees on her wee wee pads we both jump for joy and at night we cuddle until I fall asleep. How selfish of me since she’s the hairy baby and I’m the adult but I can’t help it that I have slight narcolepsy. For the last 3 days I’ve woken up the next morning with no idea how I went to sleep. A little scary, but what great sleep I’ve been having!
Sophie knows this and accepts me. I also accept her for having this:
I take tons of pictures of her like a good mother should.
She’s my hairy baby and I love her.