The Ever Beleaguered Dog

The Dog has officially put in his petition to be relocated to a different family. Apparently, he has had it up to HERE with us and his only regret is that McMoose won't be able to go with him. I mean, first, we brought home Yellow Cat, who spent many weeks convinced that the Dog was his mother and trying to nurse from him. And then, just when he finally made his peace with sharing the humans' attention with Yellow Cat, we brought home Black Cat. And then, THEN, if that weren't bad enough, we had the gall to go and get a baby. A BABY, for crying out loud...and in fact, the baby spent much of his early months doing just that.

Then, when he finally accepted the fact that his life had changed and he had now been eclipsed by YET another little being, we put him in the car for a 16-hour drive, and at the end of the drive, we forced him to spend two hellish weeks with a two-year-old who chased him and made weird noises at him and spent a lot of time saying "No!" to him. And then, to add insult to injury, the baby, whom he had finally befriended when he realized that he could skulk under the high chair and get free handouts, went and decided to start CRAWLING.

Which means that the Dog has spent all morning being chased, headbutted, and laughed at. Now granted, the Dog could just hop up on any of the pieces of furniture we have in our apartment and then, he'd be well out of the baby's reach, but the Dog? Not the smartest creature ever created. So instead, every time he gets headbutted, he jumps, looks startled, and moves 6 inches away. And then, 2 seconds later, he gets headbutted again.

Of course, he did manage to get his revenge after lunch, when he licked the baby from head to toe in an attempt to get every stray molecule of pasta and egg. I guess this is as symbiotic as their relationship will ever be.