Andrew and I are both dog people.  Before getting married, we talked pretty seriously about getting a dog, but then we got engaged, were working full time (plus I was working another part time job), planning a wedding, driving across the country, getting married…you get the picture.  It didn’t seem fair to get a dog if we couldn’t devote the time we both thought a dog deserved.  “Maybe after we’re married,” we both said.  Then I got pregnant.

Now that Griffin has been in our lives for over a year, we’ve been talking about how we’d love to have a dog someday. . .like when Griffin can take care of it.  But we’ve also been thinking, “Who needs a dog when you have a baby?”  The parallels are more than you might imagine.  Griffin likes to:

• unroll and shred the toilet paper
• eat everything, especially non-food items
• get into the recycling and garbage
• go for walks
• pee on the rug
• run around in the backyard
• lap up water from puddles

And yesterday, we discovered he loves the sprinkler!  Check out the video:

Of course, a dog can’t say “Mama” or “Dada,” and a dog certainly won’t sit on your lap and listen to you read stories while he turns the pages.  And even though Griffin likes to pull all the books off of the bookshelves and reorganize the tupperware all over the kitchen floor, we think he’s a keeper and better than any dog we could have imagined.