The enthusiasm of a dog when you walk in the door is delightful when you're childless. You romp about the room to celebrate simply being together again. But now I come home and Lyla's the one I'm excited to see, not them. It's like I'm the dog, she's the owner, and Daisy and Tulip are just the competition.
They get in my face as I'm trying to get in Lyla's face, and it's all I can do to not snarl and shove them out of the way.
Great, now I seem like an asshole. I bet I'm not the first dog-owner-turned-parent to experience this. Dog owners tend to treat their dogs like humans, but when you actually create a human, the dogs become dogs again.
I do get the feeling that they're too relaxed and/or dumb to care. They horse around (dog around?) all the time with each other and generally seem in high spirits. Still, I feel a little guilty that their social status in our house has plummeted as of late. I'll buy them some toys this weekend. One of those ugly on-sale stuffed animals from the Disney Store will be fun for them to kill over and over. The rat friend from Ratatouille lasted months; parts of his husk still live in our couches. Stupid dogs.
3 comments:
What kind of dogs do you have? They are so cute! I hear what you mean about the dog changing to just a dog again :)
Angela S
That is my worse nightmare! I hope I always feel like my little Sophie pug is really my first born.
Angela - Daisy is a goldendoodle. Tulip is a lhasa-apso/poodle.
Traci - That'll be fun for your first child.
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