|"But I'm not cold."|
She's actually not a baby anymore but is a full-grown, elderly doggie. I've had her since she was one. She didn't have any puppy energy left in her at age one and was already kinda lazy and crotchety. She's always completely lacked in any athletic abilities and will only run if she thinks she is in imminent danger. Or if she thinks she's going to be fed. She thinks playing fetch is a complete waste of time. She also has the most intense, loving gaze that looks right into your soul.
My husband entered the picture when Baby Dog was middle-aged. She was pretty set in her ways by then but decided pretty quickly that he was ok. One incident early on when we were dating convinced her that he was The One. We had guests over and accidentally left some food out on the coffee table when we went to another room. Suddenly realizing our mistake, I leaped up to find her licking the cutting board clean. She'd eaten a pound of cheese. Amazingly, she seemed to feel great afterward and suffered no ill effects.
My husband and I bought a new camera recently. Our old one broke sometime after our honeymoon in 2007. In the early days after it broke, I decreed that we couldn't buy a new camera until we had a baby. You know, good old-fashioned bribery to get my husband on the trying to conceive train earlier. Eventually our babyless state had zero to do with lack of trying and everything to do with legitimate medical problems, so I decided to stop punishing him with a cameraless existence.
Baby Dog has been the subject of more photos with our new camera than any other person or dog. In a fit of unexploited maternal energy last weekend, I decided it would be hilarious to photograph her surrounded by hand-me-down baby paraphernalia that's collecting dust in our closets. It was.