Great news! Today Miles insisted that Brie is not, in fact, the “family’s” dog, but is actually HIS dog. Not mine. Not Mommy’s. Miles’s, and exclusively so.
Well you can imagine how proud I was to see such gumption in the young lad! After all, that meant he would be in charge of taking her on walks, making sure she’s house-trained, feeding her, bathing her, scheduling vet appointments…
I don’t think I made it even halfway through that list before Miles bashfully stepped away and stopped arguing. Must be learning something!
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 