I will never forget the day that my husband (then fiancee’) brought Gunny home to me.  It was the weekend I graduated from college, also Mother’s Day weekend, and all of my family had just been dropped off at the airport after a fun graduation weekend.  I was feeling a little sad as I pulled away from the airport, then Jared called.  He asked me to run by PetSmart and pick up a bed…he and Gunny were headed home!  I was STOKED!  I am a total “dog person” and had been really missing my childhood dog, Tess, who was living with my grandparents while I was in college.  To my utter delight, this cute little mug came traipsing across the living room, straight into my arms, and my heart.

Gunny was our first baby, and we absolutely babied him.  I threw him parties, took him to see Santa, filled his Christmas Stocking, and did pretty much anything that you’d do with a child.  I remember when I was pregnant with Hudson and someone asked me what we were going to do with Gunny?  WHAT?!  I was appalled that someone would ask me that.  Of course we were keeping him, his life was not going to change – he was our BABY for goodness sake!  After Hudson was born, Gunny’s life didn’t change TOO much, he calmed down (thank goodness!), and we were all able to co-exist as a happy little family.

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Then Finn was born, and Gunny changed.  He was 9 years old when Finn was born, and he was okay for a while.  Once he turned 10, though, and we moved into a new house – it was too much change for the old guy.  He has become a nightmare to live with.  I seriously need a dog whisperer!  He barks, whines, takes food out of the kid’s hands, puts his paws up on the table to get food that might be left, drags trash out of the trashcan – all over the house – and is just an overall pain!  I totally get that he’s old and grumpy, and that we’ve added two wild monkey’s to the house, HOWEVER, I can’t stand it!!  It’s like having a naughty puppy in the house again.  I seriously can’t handle it.  Don’t hate me, you guys, because he lives a very good life.  AND, keep in mind, my seven year old cannot touch him…he’s allergic.  BECAUSE we love him, he still is allowed to be in the house all of the time, has a super nice bed, is free fed/water’d all day long, gets to play outside in a beautiful fenced yard whenever he wants, we take him to the lake regularly…he’s spoiled rotten.  But, the past few months have cemented my decision that while we love Gunny very much, and he was our first baby, he will be our last fur baby for a long, long time.  Maybe when the kids leave for college.

What about you – did you go from dog lover to dog loather?  Any tips or tricks?  I need help!  Leave your comments on Facebook or Twitter, or comment below!

 

 

 

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