Backyard garden art
I’m either a bad kid parent or a bad dog parent.
As Juliette and I were strolling down the street today, I realized that I’m now calling her by the little nicknames I’ve collected for Devin.
He’s my…peanut, pumpkin, sweetie, goober boy, bud-bud, and many more that just slip out and become regulars. And today, Juliette was also my peanut. Dogs just don’t seem as peanut-y as little boys do, do they? Sadly, I recalled at that moment that I’d also called her “sweet cheeks” a few days before. Dogs definitely do not get called sweet cheeks very often. They don’t even have cheeks! What was I thinking?