For as long as I can remember, I wanted a dog. When I was a kid, I would ask Santa for one for Christmas every single year, and every year when a beautiful and fluffy little pup wasn't left under my tree, my heart would sink. My parents always told us they would feel too guilty getting a dog when nobody was home during the day to take care of it, which, now that I'm older, I get, but still, way to rob me of my childhood dream, guys. So when I grew up, got married, and got a place of my own, the first thing on my to-do list was to get a dog.
Long story short, Oprah Winfrey — a Pug, Chihuahua, and Beagle mix that we adopted earlier this year — is the absolute love of my life. We don't have kids yet, but I imagine the way my heart has exploded over the past few months since we met her is a nice little preview of what's to come when we make a few humans. But for now, our dog is our baby, and I treat her like one. So much so that a lot of what I do with her is slightly embarrassing. I always joke that I hope nobody ever sees me doing these things with my dog, so please tell me I'm not alone?