which is quite a revolting idea to me. I would never give birth to anything that hairy.
Family point out that he drinks when I turn the tap on or drink, as he runs to his water bowl and drinks.
When I pop to the loo, he follows, waits for me to go out then waits by the back door to go out himself.
Apparently he makes a huge fuss when he hears my car pull up or I walk to the door.
All this is proof that I am his mummy.
I dont think so, I am simply the one that opens the magic cans of chappie, give him fresh water. And during the working week am the one to do the walking.
He only follows me because I am the one that cooks and he can snatch the odd bit of veggie peel . I am the source of food and walks. I am the one that picks up his poop.
I am already the mother of a large brood, this dog is not my baby!