When mom brought home Lil' Man I wasn't too sure of him. Sure he smelled okay (a mixture of milk and spit-up and poop...which is how I got to know him so well...) but it wasn't until I sniffed him and realized that he smelled like mom that I took him under my "tail" (birds can say "wing"...but I'm a dog, I don't have wings...don't judge me!) All of a sudden, when I sniffed that milk and mom combo did I realize, he's mine now. And what's mine, I will protect.
Whenever someone new would come into the house to pick up my baby, I'd be right by their side the whole time. If someone went to pick him up from the swing, well darn it, I was in between the swing, their knee and my baby. If they'd sit down with him at the kitchen table, guess where I was? Riiiiight underneath their chair so that if they dropped him, I'd be there to catch him.
Yes, he was mine from the instant I sniffed him and ever since, we have been inseparable.
Today, I overheard Nana telling mom about a dog who alerted his family that the babysitter was hurting his baby. Seems the dog kept getting overly protective of the baby once the sitter would come into the house, and the owners even had to restrain him from the sitter a few times. (Now, under normal circumstances, I would NOT be okay with knowing that a dog was being unfriendly to a human...but in this case, I wanted to get in on the action and "sick" her!)
The parents got smart and kept a phone under the couch to record the noises in the house. Turns out that while the baby started crying, she screamed at him, cursed and then you hear a slap, and the babies cry goes from "I'm fussy" to "I'm in pain".
Nooooooooooow let's start from the beginning on this one. IF I was the dog living in this house, where MY baby was being hit by ANYONE you can bet your bottom dollar that my nose would be SO FAR UP THEIR BUTT they couldn't sit down for a week.
I've never been more proud to call myself a dog, than I was when I read this article. For all those people out there who say a "dog is just a dog" or "stupid mutt" or something else that demeans the important role we take on in our families...all I have to say is, you must never have had a dog before.
Bravo to my canine companion for taking care of your baby and protecting what's yours.
(If you need backup, just gimme a call...pretty sure mom would lead the charge!)
Here's the article that details what happens (and doesn't talk about sticking their noses up butts...)