You can tell you are a dog person if:
- You talk to your dogs. My boys occasionally, ok, actually pretty regularly, tell me that I am nicer to the dogs than I am to my children. It would probably be rude to tell the boys that the dogs, who smile, and jump up and down, and wag their tails when I walk than the door, are generally more pleasant than the teenagers, who at best, manage a surly, "Hello," or sometimes, "What are we having for dinner?"
- You put a quilt over the new couch so that the dogs will be able to look out the front window when no one is home. You would actually rather have dogs than nice furniture, a nice yard, and nice clothes.
- You don't mind sharing your bed with two 80-pound black labs, even when you have to fight one for the covers and the pillow every night. You actually even kind of like waking up with a dog pressed tight on either side of you.
- You consider dog compatibility when you purchase a new car-- "Umm, do you have any without those light gray seats, because those are really going to show the dirt/mud after the dogs have been at the dog park."
- You spend $5000 to remove a 99 cent dishtowel from your dog's stomach, then spend the next three years defending the decision to your teenagers.
- You know all your friends' dogs' names. And cry when their dogs die, or when they have to give them away because their toddlers are allergic.
- You regularly stop people in public places to ask them about their dogs, "What kind is it? How old is she? What's her name? Have you had her since she was a puppy? Do you go to the dog park?"
- You don't mind if other people's dogs kiss you, even on the face sometimes. It's also not a big deal when they chew the little bow thingy off your best work/interview shoes. They're only shoes, after all.
I have news. I pretty much fit all of the above. If you answer yes to more than two, you might be a dog person too!