Now, before I tell you my full opinion I do feel as if I need to give you some background info to provide some credibility to my statements.
When I was thirteen my littlest sister, Sierra, was born. I was thrilled and convinced that she was my baby. I packed her around, I changed her, I bathed her, I fed her, I loved her. When she was fussy I'd play with her or walk her around until she was calm or fell asleep. When we would go shopping with mom, I'd pack little Sierra around and everyone thought that she was my baby. Granted the only thing that I did not do, besides nursing, was wake up in the middle of the night to care for her. My excuse is I slept too hard to hear her, I honestly did not know that she woke up in the middle of the night until I heard mom talking to someone about it (and her bedroom is right across from mine!). I also have years and years of babysitting experience to go along with my baby sister.
Presently my husband and I got a new puppy, Duke, he's half yellow lab half golden retreiver. We've had him for about two months now and I'm convinced that he's just like a child. I pack him around, I clean up his nasty little messes, I bathe him, I feed him, I love him. Plus, I wake up in the middle of the night when he whines and barks to take care of whatever pressing matter has him up at those ungodly hours of the night.
Another thing to add, my husband and I don't have kids just yet. We are still young and enjoying ourselves and each other.
I caught myself calling Duke my baby the other day and telling him to go see daddy. WHAT?! I stopped to remind myself that he is, in fact, not my child, but that niggling little voice in the back of my mind was arguing that although he's not my baby he's more like an adopted baby. I'm not convinced either way, but the matter does stand; Sierra was MUCH easier to take care of than my
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