Yesterday, our giant hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz, came up to me wanting a little attention. He stuck his enormous head in my lap and looked at me. That meant, "pet me." So I did.
My daughter walked into the room. "Awww," she said. "Your baby loves you!"
I looked at the big hairy thing. And then I looked at my daughter. "Schultz is not my baby!"
"Yes, he is, Mom."
I shook my head. "I have no recollection of ever having given birth to this thing!"
My daughter grinned. "But he looks just like you. He's a hairy cutie-pie!"