
You're a dog mom. Say it loud. You don't have human kids — and the way people ask "do you want kids?" still annoys you, because the answer is on your couch right now, snoring with all four legs in the air. You'd run into traffic for her. You've memorized the slope of her ears. You know exactly which side of the bed she'll claim before she does. She is your kid. So you wear her name. On a bracelet. On your wrist. Every day. Up to 8 paws — for her, and for the next ones, and the ones after that. You're not a dog owner. You're a dog mom. The bracelet just makes it official.