It had been almost twelve years before I got baby pains again—at 49, that was a dangerous thing. Considering that we have had a toddler in the house every two years since the late 70s, it shouldn’t have surprised anyone.
My husband has always had a soft spot for brown-eyed puppies, and blue-eyed babies. So, he really wasn’t a tough sell when I told him I wanted to adopt.
I had forgotten how hard it was to keep up with a ball of energy bouncing around the house, looking for something to get into.
Nothing in the house was safe, or out of reach. All my houseplants had to be Googled for toxicity. Our waste paper baskets transformed into treasure chests. And once again, the bathroom door bursts open the moment I sit down.
Actually, I was glad those days were behind me. At last, after 20 years, I could sleep through the night. Sleep is such a wonderful thing. So why would I miss the mess and stress of a toddler?
I didn’t. But, my mother’s heart needed the companionship that only adoring baby eyes can bring. Since my birthing days are long gone, I adopted our last, and perfect child—a four-month old puppy.
Puppies also seem to be a natural first child in our family as well. Each one of our newlyweds adopted a four-legged baby of their own within months of their wedding day.
This is a good thing.
Here are my top five reasons dogs make perfect first and last children.