They Told Me So

Back when I was a single lady, all young and free, I wasn’t what you’d describe as a “dog person”. I liked them okay, I guess, but I wasn’t all “Ohmygoodness PUPPY!” every time somebody walked by with a dog. In fact, I couldn’t stand my family’s pets. My mom and sister each had a Pom, and my dad was adopted by a toy poodle. I found them yappy and annoying. Blerg, dogs. That’s how I felt. Then this creature came into my life:

And I immediately became a “Dog Person”. It was ridiculous. She got under my skin. I had to have my boyfriend (now the hubs) text me pictures of her while I was in California for job training. I dressed her in costumes. Paid outrageous vet bills. Let her take over my bed and sleep however the hell she wanted even if it meant I was crouched in a corner. Yes. Dog Person indeed.

Before, I didn’t want anything to do with other people’s pets. Dogs were smelly and lickey and annoying, right? Then I got Rory, and I was all about it. “Oh my gosh, your dog is so cute! What is it? Oh, a rat terrier, how sweet! Can I pet her?!” I still do this. I mug down people on the street walking their dogs to see what breed they are. I play with friends’ pets when I visit. I became what I thought I would never be.

It was the same way with babies. I wasn’t a “Baby Person”. I did not coo at them in restaurants. I did not beg to hold them. Babies are loud and whiny and obnoxious, right? Then, this happened:

My baby girl was born. And I became that mushy, baby-cheek-pinching fanatic. I see babies in stores and squeal. I tell mamas how adorable their kids are. I give sympathetic looks instead of glares to the mom with the screaming baby at the restaurant. Oh, how times have changed! And guess what? They told me so. All those people who say it’s different when it happens to you? They’re right. And I’m ok with that. I wasn’t ready for a dog in college. I wasn’t ready for a kid in my early 20′s. But now that they’re here, I just can’t get enough!

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