That got me thinking... when did I turn into a crazy dog person?
If I'm really honest with myself, I became a crazy dog person once I got on the waiting list for my first dog. I went freaking crazy, you guys. I had a binder with all my email communications with the breeder, I traced back my puppy's pedigree all the way to the beginning of the breed, I made lists of supplies I needed to buy. By the time Ilsa was born, I already had all of her toys waiting for her. I ate, drank, and breathed Dobermans.
I'm pretty sure I lost a lot of friends that year. People got sick of hearing me talk about dogs, so they removed themselves from my life. That's okay - those friends would have been the ones I would have lost touch with anyway, and the "dog world" has given me so many more friends than I initially lost.
And this silly goose started it all. Thanks, Ilsa. :)