Can you all of a sudden not be a dog person? I think that might be happening to me. I've always considered myself a dog person, we had at least one dog at all times growing up. But now that this little guy is in my life,
it seems I no longer have room (or the desire for room) for this:
Or maybe a kid plus a dog seems like too much chaos. Come to think of it, a kid plus another kid seems like chaos. Not that I want Beck to be an only child, but, how do people ever have more than one small, dependent (though utterly and indescribably wonderful) living thing in their house at once?