My son is an animal lover. That is an irrefutable fact. He has been since the moment he recognized there was life beyond the end of his fingers. In fact I think it was the moment those little baby fingers felt the soft copper fur of my first dog Penny Lane, that Connor realized his love for all things furry or feathered (or scaled or slimy or even bald).
It was love at first touch.
For Penny that love began before he was even born. Actually, for Penny and Dodger both. During my pregnancy the dogs were much gentler with me, more protective, and very concerned about my rounding figure. When I brought the child home, they were filled with curiosity. Penny instinctively knew this was her baby, and he had to be protected.
Dodger didn’t understand what this small pink thing was that made all kinds of horrible noises. Standing on his hind legs with his front paws hooked on the bassinet, Dodger would stare down at Connor with a look of absolute (and adorable) confusion. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with Connor (or Connor with him).
Whereas all Penny wanted to do was love him.
As time went by Connor grew to love these animals as much as they loved him. Perhaps even more than they loved him. And maybe his love was a little too rough at times.
Roughness doesn’t really matter to Penny. She has the patience of a saint. Her baby can do no wrong.
They’re together most of the time, even in sleep. And Miss Penny is a pretty finicky sleeper, not liking to be touched or jostled in any way. But if her baby wants to put his legs on her head while they sleep, well that’s just fine.
Dodger has a different approach. He likes to keep Connor at arm’s distance since you never know if you’re going to get a noise pinch or a kiss. Or maybe a hat!
But Dodger is devoted to Connor in his own way.
It mostly involves sleep.
These dogs are not perfect though. Far from it!
But then they let me do things like this and it’s ok:
And Connor loves them more than anything, so we never stay mad for long.