I have four brothers and sisters, so life was always pretty crazy growing up. Inevitably, when the five of us were all screaming and carrying on my poor mother (Hi Mom) would sometimes get our names mixed up: 'Donnie, I mean Joshua, get over here right now,' or 'Melissa, I mean Michal, grrr, Abigail, whichever one you are get over here.
Life with two dogs is a lot like that, except that it's in reverse: 'Bree, come here,' and over comes Riley. 'Riley, sit,' and Bree flops down on the floor. We worked very hard to teach Riley his name, but we never bothered to teach him the names of other dogs.
And of course, there are the times when I am the one who gets it wrong: 'Riley, no Bree, grrr, big black dog and/or little black and white dog, get over here.' It's easy to get worked up.
Relating this to fatherhood and 'Da Squishy' this is what children will be like. So, in advance, 'Kids, Daddy loves you even if he doesn't know your name.'
Josh
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