You are a a dog person when your jewelry box contains no jewels - just those fasteners from vari-kennels.

Every time you read the name Bob, you think the guy's first name is Best of Breed.

You ask your vet if you can ride in his/her sports car (that you paid for) sometime.

Your house isn't carpeted. The fuzzy furballs under your feet are soft enough.

Your hungry spouse comes home from work, lifts the cover of the pan on the stove and asks "Is this people food or dog food"?

Your hungry spouse once ate the dog food and asked for seconds.

Your mother-in-law, family, relatives keeps asking when you are going to have real children.

You don't give a second thought to using the brush you just used on your dog to give a quick run through your own hair.

At your dinner parties, you always double check the butter for dog hair before putting it on the table.

You put important papers in your latest issue of your dog breed magazine so you know you will find them there.

You have dog hair stuck on tape on wrapping gifts.

You are a a dog person when you have dog treats and toys in your briefcase or in pockets of your work suit.

You have several albums filled with the 8x10 pictures of your dogs but can't find any pictures of your family for grandma.

You show up to car dealers with a ruler to measure and see if your big dog crate will fit and 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 groceries in the car because a) already full of dog food or b) you have that big dog crate in there.

You are a a dog person when you visit relatives only if there is a dog show nearby.

You remove all seats from the van except the front two so you have room for crates.

You are a a dog person when the passenger seat is full of dog stuff.

You cringe at the price of people food but think nothing of the cost of dog food or dog treats.

You have six squeaky rats... but only 1 of them squeaks.

Your mother knows the implication of a "major breaking".

You put popcorn in the clean dog dish for movie night.

You pull out your credit card and little bits of liver are stuck to it.

When you get your latest roll of film developed there isn't a single picture of a 2-legged person in it.

People at work no longer offer you there lint brush. They realize it is a hopeless case.

Friends no longer ask "how was your weekend", they ask "how did the dogs do."

You are a a dog person when all babies and youngsters are "people puppies."
- Unknown

My goal in life is to be as good of a
person my dog already thinks I am.
- Unknown