"Like raising a dog."

I was enjoying the early morning air, rocking little Sierra on our porch swing while drinking a cup of coffee. My neighbor Tom noticed us and opened his window. We exchanged hellos, said how fun yesterday's BBQ was, talked about Sierra and how I was going to enjoy being home with her during the next year. "Yeah," Tom said. "I've heard having a little baby is just like raising a dog."

What did he just say? Did he just equate my beautiful little daughter to a canine? Did he just refer to my mother's granddaughter as a furry, four-legged creature? I was offended; slightly appalled.

And then I went inside and taught my daughter how to roll over.