You have a kiddie wading pool in the garden, but no small children.
Pigs Ears are on your shopping list every week.
You send Valentine's day cards from your dog to his favourite doggy friend.
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 can't see out the passenger side of the windscreen because there are nose-prints all over the inside.
Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.
You refer to yourselves as Mummy and Daddy.
Your dog sleeps with you.
You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but he understands.
You have little songs that you sing to your dog, and he always wags when you sing, even though you can't carry a tune.
Your dog eats fox poop, but you still let him kiss you (but not immediately afterward, of course).
You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.
You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.
You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their children.
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 boy/girlfriend
You go to the pet supply store every Sunday 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 purse, and that big bunch of plastic 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 bath, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.
You meet someone when out walking your dogs and you introduce your dogs first.
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 some wood and build him a small staircase so he can climb onto the bed by himself.
You don't think twice about trading licks of an ice cream cone with your dog.
You match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your dog.
All of your charitable donations go to dog-related groups.
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 hang around the dog section of your local bookstore.
You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.
You are the only idiot out walking in the pouring rain, but your dog needs his walk.
You don't go out for drinks with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your dog.
Your parents refer to your pet as their granddog, remember his birthday, and send him greeting cards and gifts.
Your friend's dog acts as Best Dog at your wedding.
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, his other dish is way down on the first floor...).
Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.
You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your dog gets a taste, too).
You shovel a zig-zag path in the garden snow so your dog can reach all his favourite spots.
You avoid vacuming the house as long as possible because your dog is afraid of the vacum cleaner.
You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta.
You carry pictures of your dog in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.
