Always be my baby
it’s been 10 months since Bobby the Pug joined the family, and yes, paw-renthood is as glorious as the Internet paints it out to be. The minute I come home, Bobby dashes as fast as his stubby legs can take him to greet me with slobbery kisses. Our previously quiet home is now filled with happy snorting and the telltale pitter-patter of his paws as he scouts each room. There’s zero privacy now because the fatty needs to know where we are at all times—and he’s so adorable we just let him. There’s just one thing that the Internet left out: The overwhelming anxiety that
