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Connor and the Dogs (part 1)

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.

For Dodger it took a little longer (notice that wild look of fear in his eyes).

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.

And Connor appreciates that.

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!

They regularly murder stuffed animals, make giants messes, track mud in the house, or even knock Connor over when playing too enthusiastically.

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.

About mrserinanderson

I wear many different hats in my life: mom, daughter, friend, laundress, dog lover/walker, nanny, personal assistant, cook....I could go on, but if you're a modern housewife, you already know what I do and you know I technically don't get paid for any of it! But I'll gladly take sloppy doggy kisses, baby face pats, and the occasional bunch of flowers as payment.Erin AndersonCreate Your Badge

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