You know you are a dog person when...

You have a kiddie wading pool in the garden, but no small children.
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.
The rubbish bin is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
You refer to yourselves as Mummy and Daddy.
You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside.
You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but he / she understands.
You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.
You carry dog biscuits in your bag or pocket at all times.
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. You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go to the movies with your sweetie.
You go to the pet store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your dog loves to go with you.
You open your bag, and that big bunch of poo bags you use for pick-ups pops out.
You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.
You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day. Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the chemist.
Your dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy wood and build him/her a small staircase so they can climb onto the bed by themselves. You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Eric, pee!" over and over again, while Eric tends to play and forget what he's out there for (but what your neighbours think of your behaviour is yet another story).
You have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).
You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get. You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work. You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your dog needs it's walk.
You don't go to happy hours with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your dog.
Your weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike (both days).
You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night (after all, the other dish is way down on the first floor...).
You shovel a zigzag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach all her favourite spots.
You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your dog is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.
You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta.
You make popcorn just to play catch with your dog.
You carry pictures of your dog in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.
Your dog is the star of your World Wide Web site!
Your parents refer to your pet as their granddog.
You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore.
Your house isn't carpeted - the fuzzy fur balls under your feet are soft enough...
You don't give a second thought to using the brush you just used on your dog to give a quick run through on your own hair.
At your dinner parties, you always double check the butter before putting it on the table.
You have dog hair stuck on tape on wrapped gifts.
You have dog toys and treats in your briefcase.
You have several albums filled with the 8 by 10 pictures of your dogs but you can't locate any pictures of your kids to send to grandma.
You show up at the car dealers with a ruler, to measure and see if your big dog crate will fit. Before the actual purchase you make the dealer cringe by insisting that you load both crates and dog into the shiny, new vehicle to make sure it works!
You can't get the shopping in the car because its A) already full of dog food B) you have that big old crate in there.
You visit relatives only if there is a dog show nearby.
You remove all the seats from the car except the two in the front so you have room for crates... The passenger seat is full of dog stuff.
You cringe at the price of food in the supermarket but think nothing of the cost of dog food or treats.
When you get your latest roll of film and there isn't a single picture of a two-legged person in it