I have an obsession about dogs. I was supposed to go visit my nephew who has just popped from the oven but when I was there at my sis' place.. I spent more time chasing the dog then peering with pride at my nephew.
Sigh! Definitely no maternal instincts yet.
Instead of learning to bathe the baby, I ended up bathing the dog.
Instead of cooing at the baby, I was making clicking noises at the dog.. getting him to come near me
Instead of feeding Elyon with milk, I ended up handfeeding Spotty with dog biscuits
Instead of petting Elyon's head, I was ruffling Spotty's fur
The dog was definitely a star in my eyes. Sorry Elyon.. you have yet to become as interesting as the dog.
Double sigh! Either I am strange or the maternal instincts are buried really deep.