my family tell me that I am the dogs mummy as well.

[canteatcustard]

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!

I really don't like it when people refer to their pets as their children/babies and call themselves the pet's Mummy or Daddy. It's weird
And don't get me started on furbabies......

I admit there have been times I've wanted to pee up a lamp-post.

Pissing up a lamp post is a delicacy in my country.

Ha ha, if being dead inside means that I don't believe that I gave birth to an animal and that it is somehow human then I think I'll go with that.

Who said anything about giving birth to an animal or thinking it's human?

I don't think anyone on this thread did.

Thinking now of my mum, watching her dog rolling around with mine. 'Do you they know they're related?'.

sell the dog. that will prove you are right.

I definitely call myself the dogs mum, she gets told to find her Dad.

As with a PP my DSs know the pecking order...dog always comes first

Of course you are his mummy. I am my doggies mummy, my OH is her daddy ( he hates me saying that!) and my kids are her hooman sister and brother!!!!!!!

Oh our dog probably dreamt of us. Specifically, about various ways to bite us.

YANBU re being the dogs mummy. You feed your dog what? :o Now that is very unreasonable!

If I say "where's Dad ?" the cat will go and find him

I am mummy to DDog and DH is daddy 🙄. We both use those names when we talk to her 😊.

We have an ongoing argument about the dog's exact position in the family. The DC say that he should be considered their sibling, and should have the same surname as them so that he doesn't feel left out. I say that the dog doesn't bloody well know or care about surnames, and since I pay the vet bills he has to have my surname (the vet is the only place where he needs a 'surname').

I'm not the dog's mummy but I do call him baby and if I ask "where's baby?" the dog rather than my dc comes running

You definitely ARE the dog's mummy! I am the 'Mummy Cat' when I talk to my lovely girl.

I'm my cats mummy he loves me more than anyone else in the world

Though when ds was about three he asked me if pusscat soldier was his brother and who was his daddy (mearning the cats) that seemed a little too weird

This is my fiendishly handsome son. He takes after his mummy naturally.

😂 Bitchyrestingface

Bless!

@VeryBitchyRestingFace

Thanks for the great photo! I can see he is a son to be truly proud of - well done

Also, I am impressed at his level of sophistication and interest in reading.

I used to be about people who referred to their pets as children. Then I got a cat and that weird, involuntary parentese that develops when you have your first child started all over again My youngest dc refer to him as a brother and get annoyed when I don't include him in my children count.

Very handsome bitchy

You think that's bad: my mother insisted on referring to herself as my rabbit's mumsie-wumsie and calling him my brother. She liked to do this in public purely to wind me up (I was in my teens). If she had accorded the same rights to the guinea pig I wouldn't have minded so much - there was definite favouritism going on there!

Thank you muchly. I'm a very lucky and proud mummy.

even if the little shit did hiss at me when I took that photo

I am impressed at his level of sophistication and interest in reading.

Oh, he doesn't read them, he EATS them, despite all my attempts to reason with him.