I am infertile. Something I struggle with daily.
My animals, they are my lifeline. My oxygen and some days I think they are the only thing that keeps me sane.
However, one of the first things I learnt when I was going through training with them was that their needs as dogs must come first. So that means at times I have to be the tough guy. I dont pat them as soon as I come home, I always eat before them, they arent allowed to randomly bark at people, they have to walk in the heel position, I have to go up and down and in and out doors before them. These are their needs, which I will follow because I love them and loving something is about accepting what they are.
They are spoilt, they have days beds, kennels and crates to sleep in. They are lavished with love adn time and I buy them presents, like at christmas Sass got a new ball for the river because it bounces on water and is very fun to chase. I make their food, I combione the Barf diet with the all raw meat diet and add in a tiny bit of supercoat kibble. I spend a couple of hours every couple of days cooking up rice, vegies and gravy for them and I spend time bagging chicken necks and chicken breast into snap locks so I can organise their meals.
I dont dress them up in weird clothes, I dont paint their nails and I know they arent human and I make sure I tend to their basic needs. But people can stick it in their ear if they want to tell me that they arent my babies. They are, every single one of them. They dont have anyone else but me to care for them , they are domesticated not wild and that means they crave humans. And Ill always love them as I do now.
BTW, Staffies are awesome.