So my boy is losing his baby teeth. This is new to me as I never found any of my first corgi, Pooh's teeth. I have found three. His canine's and another one. The first one I found was on the pillow next to my face when I woke up. lol I told him if he wants the tooth fairy to bring him a cookie, he has to put it under his pillow. lol He's getting bigger day by day and although I loved him when he was little because of the out of control cuteness, I love him more everyday because he is getting more character. He is forming himself and learning that you have to be a smart ass to survive around here and he does quite well. lol I did just read a blog by someone who has still been grieving over the loss of his corgi. Got me to thinking about Pooh. I miss him so much it hurts sometimes but it gets better with the days. I hear some people say that a dog isn't a kid. Well, obviously. But ya know what I think? I think if you want the dog to be your kid then it is. I do not have children but Pooh was as close as it came to me. A child depends on the parent to teach them things, so does a dog. A child depends on a parent to teach them how to use the potty, so does a dog. A child needs a parent to take them to the doctor when they are sick, so does a dog. When I lost Pooh, I lost my mind. I'm not kidding. I'm a very non-emotional type of woman who does not cry in front of people, does not show sadness and when I lost Pooh, I broke down in front of a lot of people who never knew I had that side. Pooh was MY kid. he may not have been human but who is anyone to say he wasn't my baby? Does anyone know what I mean? I had so many people say I over-reacted, say that I was being dramatic, that it wasn't THAT big of a deal. Well, ya know what I said to them? Go to hell. Most people do not truly know what it is like to truly love an animal. My life would be so boring without one. The longest I had ever gone in my life without an animal was 2 months before Pooh. After I lost him, it was almost 10 before I could suck it up and decide it was time. It was hard at first because Copper did a lot that Pooh did but I learned to love him, not the same but in a way that was for him. Now, some people who love their animals might still think I was crazy but ya know what? I took Pooh with me EVERYWHERE! He stayed the night with me when I went somewhere, he went in the car with me everywhere. Everyone knew and loved him. When I moved out into my own place, there was no doubt he was coming with me and he did and he loved it. I would threaten to fight people over him. People that would come to my house and say mean things about him being ugly or fat ( which he was neither) or getting him drunk when I was at work. That ended badly for the person who did it. For the longest time, I felt empty, like something was missing, like I would never be happy like that again. He truly was my life for a long time. I dunno. Just got me thinking. This is to anyone who has ever been laughed at for loving, spoiling, crying, being obsessed over or just talking about their dog. I talked about Pooh all the time. I remember one day at work this woman was talking about the funny things her daughter did. I start sharing things about Pooh. So, to me, Yeah, he was my kid. I would love to hear people's thoughts or venting on this one. If you have anything negative to say about anything I said, please refrain. This is for the good times and the dogs and people who have felt the stupidity of non-animal people.