There’s something that you should know about me… in case you haven’t figured it out yet… I had a baby BEFORE I actually had a baby.
Nigel the weenie dog is the original baby in this house. He’s our princess.
I promised him that no matter what, he would not be demoted to “dog status”.
This blurry beast however, is, always was, and always will be a DOG. He can’t sit still for photos, he jumps at every sound that is slightly out-of-place, he barks far too much for my liking, and he’d knock anyone out of his way for a treat.
He’s a D-O-G.
But this is my baby. He sleeps with me at night. He licks my feet even when I beg him not to. He devours his food in 3.2 seconds. He barks every time the baby cries, which intensifies my stress in the moment. He lets me hold him up and use him as a puppet when I’m trying to make my husband laugh. Nigel gets away with murder because he has wrinkly legs and he’s blind. I think he has actually gained MORE weight lately, probably because I feel guilty for spending less time cuddling with him so I fill the void with yummies. (And yes, I know this is bad for him). He prefers to be on furniture rather than the floor. And he lets us know when we haven’t paid him enough attention by pottying somewhere in the house that you’ll only find by stepping in it with socked feet…
But there’s just something special about the first baby isn’t there?