When I was a new father, one night our infant was crying in the bassinet next to our bed. I groggily got up and picked up the crying baby and got in the rocking chair. For some reason, our baby was still crying and those cries didn't sound close enough to make sense.

That's when my wife noticed and said, "Hey, you know you're rocking the dog...?" I looked down and sure enough, our Boston terrier, who liked to curl up in the baby's bassinet, was looking up at me as if to say, "This is weird but I'll allow it..."