I actually have three children, well, four if you count my husband, which I do most of the time. (sigh, boys) Back to the kids: two regular and one of the furry variety. We were told that the furry one was a Yellow Labrador Retriever, but he is really a "real boy" inside all the fur.
Just ask him, he'll tell you. He has lots to say.
Why do he and I think he's a real boy? Oh, it's not just that he has a side of my bed (my side, more sighing) and insists on two pillows under his head. Nor that he has started trying to sit at the table with us for meals. It's more of a composite of little pieces, including the fact that he sits on the couch like a person, with his back against the back of the couch, with his legs sticking out the front. The true test is that special something between the two of us. Very much like that special something between myself and his non-furry siblings.
The hubby chalks it up to no more babies. The non-furries are 9 and 14 going on 25. Me and Mr. Furry, we know better.
When he was about 6 months old, he fell into our inground swimming pool, much to his surprise and dismay. He had been running around the perimeter of the pool while we were swimming, leaning over the edge trying to sniff my son, clearly out of concern, when he tumbled in.
No worries. We fished him out immediately, but he's been water shy ever since and very concerned when anyone is swimming. My husband carried him into the pool a couple of times, to try to kick start his natural affinity for the water, but both efforts were busts.
About 9 months ago, we started taking him to a local dog park, a large fenced in wood with a puppy swimming pond in the center, not to mention plenty of puppies to play with. He loves it! He's very social so he enjoys both the other furries and their people. Best of all is watching him run. He has a fenced yard at home to play in and gets lots of long walks, but it's nothing like watching him run all out. The first time we took him, I cried like a baby to see him run like that.
Now, the other furries LOVE the pond. They are in and out and out and in. Not my boy. He has been making progress, however. Before the pond froze over for the winter, he was tip toeing at the shallow edge. The little high stepping march they do as though they are stepping in something unpleasant. We stand by, watching the other furries, labs in particular, swimming like fish, and our boy, standing on the sidelines, watching. Enough to break your heart.
My husband and non furry son just returned home from the puppy park. My furry boy took the big plunge today. He swam. Not dipped his toes ~ actually swam. I missed it 'cause I'm stuck at home with a torn Achilles.
I cried like a baby. Love that furry (real) boy.