What a prat.

The Old Man Is Snoring

It's raining.

Again.

Boo.

Dogs = Children

After a visit and fun visit with Friend Whitney and wee ones Eleanor and Augusta, and my own wee one, a four-legged puggle named Max, Whitney and I are are ever more convinced that dogs are like children.

Consider this...

1. Children don't like to share. Neither do dogs.
   We've all seen the squabbles that occur in every church nursery and preschool across America....child has toy, other child wants toy, fight ensues. This Friday, my normally cheerfully non-territorial little Max went bonkers on his 130 lbs black lab cousin, Romeo over a bone. Max 1, Romeo 0.
2. Children are expensive. So are dogs.
   Now, I'll admit, dogs are not as expensive as having a little tyke around. But dang if the treats and meals and collars and leashes and toys and vet visits don't add up. And, let's be honest, nobody wants your little pup to be the sad looking one in the dog park. (Please note: this is in no way, nor should be considered to be, a post advocating doggie clothing for every occassion).
3. Children are funny. So are dogs.
   During Adventures in Babysitting last week, Eleanor told me that she absolutely had to stay up until her parents returned from their party (read: 12:30 a.m.). Best of all? I think she was convinced this was true. Funny, but unrelated, Max fell out of bed the other night.
4. Children AND Dogs go through the terrible Twos. (or is it 14s?) Max is approaching the three year mark and has grown-up considerably in the last two years...while still having some teen fits, he's better and better behaved and is more and more fun to be around. Not unlike the kiddos...(although, in both, who can beat the newborn stage?).

In the way of the Onion, What do YOU think?