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I feel truly terrible about the way in which Bruno has pretty much become a second class citizen in this family since the baby came. What's worse is that he's more or less accepted his decline in the rankings with grace. When I was pregnant, and we'd be cuddling on the bed, with Bruno all up in our faces, forcing his way into the family snuggle, like he does, and we'd say, "Oh man, what's it going to be like when the baby gets here?" in fear that we'd have to worry about the dog stomping all over the newborn in his attempt to worm his way into his rightful place. But for the most part, he doesn't stomp, he keeps his distance, he's gently curious about the baby, and oh my god, he is just such a wonderful dog.
The other problem is that this apartment is just so goddamned tiny, and packed to the brim with all of our crap. And the dog? He follows me everywhere, all day long, which means that no matter what, no matter where I'm trying to walk or what I'm doing, he is in my way. It's maddening, and I must work very hard not to simply scream, "Bruno! Out of my way!"
He follows me everywhere, all day long, watching me shower attention on the baby, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge his existence. When he's truly fed up with being ignored, he will grumble, but that's it. Just a low, disgruntled grumble to express his frustration. It seems like I just don't have enough attention to go around. This is really one of the many reasons it's hard to imagine having a second child, though when it comes down to it, I do want more than one.
My poor dog. He has been my faithful companion through times of loneliness and despair. When I lived alone, he was my protection and one of my few sources of joy. For years, it was all about him. He was the ring-bearer in our wedding. I really need to find a way to pay more attention to him. What a good dog.
The other problem is that this apartment is just so goddamned tiny, and packed to the brim with all of our crap. And the dog? He follows me everywhere, all day long, which means that no matter what, no matter where I'm trying to walk or what I'm doing, he is in my way. It's maddening, and I must work very hard not to simply scream, "Bruno! Out of my way!"
He follows me everywhere, all day long, watching me shower attention on the baby, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge his existence. When he's truly fed up with being ignored, he will grumble, but that's it. Just a low, disgruntled grumble to express his frustration. It seems like I just don't have enough attention to go around. This is really one of the many reasons it's hard to imagine having a second child, though when it comes down to it, I do want more than one.
My poor dog. He has been my faithful companion through times of loneliness and despair. When I lived alone, he was my protection and one of my few sources of joy. For years, it was all about him. He was the ring-bearer in our wedding. I really need to find a way to pay more attention to him. What a good dog.