Not a crazy dog person?

Before we got Nika, I was a dog hater through and through. I did not like to look at them, touch them, smell them, be around them, talk about them, or even think about them. So, when the fabulous dude dragged me to his boss's neighbour's farm to check out the new puppies, I was not overly excited.

But then I saw her, with her tiny, sweet face huddled behind her mumma, looking up at me, practically begging to come home with me and my whole world changed. I could not resist her. Without an ounce of thought, I said, "I want that one". Two weeks later we were on our way back to pick her up and bring her home.

Then and there, at that very moment, I made a vow to myself. No matter what, I would not allow myself to become one of those crazy dog people. Even though we were getting a dog did not mean I had to be that kind of person. She will never wear clothes, will not be in our family photos, no way is she going to be allowed to get on our furniture or, heaven forbid, sleep in our bed. And when she's old enough, she will become an entirely outdoor dog.

I would like to share with you some photos that demonstrate just how well I have upheld that goal and retained my I'm-not-a-crazy-dog-person-mentality over the past two and a half years.

See, I told you that I've maintained my goal.