“being a dog parent has become an identity”
The first few weeks of life with my puppy were a lot like the first weeks after bringing my first baby home: sleepless nights (including one lying on the floor by her so she wouldn’t cry), a pile of self-help ‘how the hell do I do this?’ books, an obscene number of 3am Amazon orders of gadgets that promised to help her sleep/toilet train/stop chewing things, while photo spamming every social-media platform and person I know with news of our ‘new arrival’. Hell, I even carried her around in a puppy sling and sang her songs... I had inadvertently brought a cockapoo-shaped baby into our home, one that I soon discovered was happy being wheeled around in a toy pram by a two-year-old, too. Humans have long anthropomorphised animals…