These are the ones I’m guilty of. There are a lot 

You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.
We call it Sylvia’s pool, but Harley uses it more.

Pigs Ears are on your shopping list every week.
Not every week, but whenever I see them I buy them.

You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.
Usually it’s on the front door so they don’t jump on the screen, but sometimes it’s in other parts of the house.

The waste basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
My dad hates this

You refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy.
Not me, but my parents are Sylvia & Harley’s Mommy and Daddy.

Your dog sleeps with you.
One of them is always with me

You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but he understands.

You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't
If someone is mean to me, but nice to my dogs, then I like them.

You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kid.

You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your dog.

You put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable.
I even bought Harley his own pillow that stays on my bed. He kept stealing mine

You meet someone when out walking your dogs and you introduce your dogs first.

Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the Chemist
My mom gets mad about this one.

You don't think twice about trading licks of an ice cream cone with your dog.
I’ve done this with a sucker. I saw my cousin doing it once and yelled at her, but then I did it when no one was looking

You have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).
Not at work, but in my room. I have a frame that my friend from college gave me for a picture of me and her from graduation, but Sylvia & Harley are in it.


You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night (after all, his other dish is way down on the first floor...). I would do this, but I don’t have an up stairs. I bring it outside all the time though.

You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your dog gets a taste, too). Guilty! If Syl didn’t chase Harley she’d be 30 lbs!

You shovel a zig-zag path in the garden snow so your dog can reach all his favourite spots. My dad snow blows 