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As for preparing him, we lackadaisically followed what we had read in books. We thought about carrying a baby doll around the house but that never came to fruition. Hubs brought home Carter's newborn hat and blankie from the hospital and let Sullivan acclimate himself to the smell. And that was that.
We brought Carter home and it's been love at first sight. Sheepie adores the new baby and never misses a moment to lick his bare feets while he's having his diaper changed or nuzzle up to the back of his head while the baby is nursing.
Granted, we have yet to lay Carter on the floor, bringing him down to Sullivan's level, but when the time is right, I have no doubt that Sheepie will pass that test with flying colors.
While nursing Carter in the glider, Sullivan plants himself across my feet and lays with us until mealtime is over. The minute Carter begins to stir in his bassinet or pack and play, Sullivan is the first one to run over to him and make sure he's ok.
We often lovingly refer to Carter has "the new puppy," and when we do, Sullivan's ears immediately perk up and we know he understands who we're talking about.
I will admit, however, that we have, on more than one occasion, forgotten to feed Sheepie his breakfast until a few hours later. But the truth is, he loves us still the same. He grins and bears it and I think he understands how... err.. preoccupied we are.
I can only hope that the extra scoop of vanilla ice cream that he received on his 2nd birthday made up for our absence and reinforced how much we love our sheepdog.