My mom and Max lived with us for a few months after Hurricane Sandy devastated the shore. Max peed on my rug. My mom did the laundry, cooked and cleaned.
(It was fantastic—and insane.)
JD and I love walking and playing with Max—and this weekend I realized something else about my little furry friend.
I basically say the same things to him that I do to … my five-year-old child. Yipes!
Things I said to Max the dog and JD the child this weekend:
- No. NO!
- I love you, little boy.
- Come here.
- Why would you do that?
- Go by Carlo for a little bit.
- Good boy.
- Do you have to pee?
I’m not sure if my admittance makes me a crappy mom, awesome pet owner, wonderful mom, human—what have you. But, I do know I love my JD. And I love my Maxxy!
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