I was a Dog-Mom before I was a Mama to Sam.
This has mostly been no problem. Both of them are still loved and cared for in a manner befitting their specific species and everyone is happy.
But I do occasionally (okay, all the freaking time) slip up on terminology.
"Sam-- I mean, Winston!"
"Sam has been barking-- err, crying at me all day!"
"Sit! Quiet! ...and that doesn't work for you because you are Sam, and not a dog."
And more than anything...
"I'm gonna go put the baby in his kennel. Dang it, I mean crib."