First, I never have to clean up after Kennedy eats. Monkey (yes, that is my dog’s name) will go as far as to ignore my husband’s call for her to go on a walk so that she can be front and center during Kennedy’s dinner. There are times that K gets mad that Monkey grabbed food from her hand (after she dangled it in her face) but, for the most part, they have an unspoken agreement where they are both happy and I’m happy to not be worrying about the mess K makes.
Second, Monkey is the first to let me know when K’s diaper is dirty. As gross as it is, as soon as I see the dog sniffing K and being all up in her business I know that Kennedy has a dirty diaps. Now if only I could train Monkey to change Kennedy’s diaper….
Third, Monkey is a step above any toy I could get Kennedy (although I will say I think the cat might be a step above Monkey). Kennedy can be in the worst mood but as soon as you call over Monkey and tell her to sit, K is all smiles and giggles. Put the cat and dog together and you might as well have won the lottery.
So, although having a dog is nothing like having a baby, having a dog and a baby is pure gold.