Not The Mama

I feel the need to confess that I’m a terrible mother. Earlier this year, I acquired a second dog, a darling little Maltese named Roxy. Roxy looks like she could be Finn’s twin. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. I’d been wanting a second dog for quite a few years, mostly as company for Abby, but also for me. Although I loved Roxy to pieces, Abby couldn’t stand her. I thought that Abby would eventually get used to her and start to think of her as a sister, but from the minute Roxy came home with me, she and Abby were adversaries. Their struggle for my undivided attention caused them both to poop and pee on the carpet daily. I simply could NOT take it any longer, so I decided to give Roxy to my Aunt Linda about a month ago. I’ve felt guilty about this and didn’t want to blog about it until now. Abby, however, has been the happiest eight-year-old puppy in the world! Roxy, too, is happy with Linda, and Linda is thrilled to be Roxy’s new mama. Roxy is spending the weekend with Abby and me and I am so glad to have her here. (Emily spent the night with all of us last night, which made it easier, since each dog had a "mama" of her own for the night.) Of course, Abby is about as thrilled as I am when I have to go to the dentist, but she tolerates her the best she can. What amazes me is how differently Abby behaves when there is another dog around. When it’s just Abby and me, she is a bouncy, playful puppy. As soon as another dog comes into the picture, however, she sulks and hangs her head and eats like she’s never going to get another morsel of Kibbles ‘n Chunks for the rest of her life. Oh, and just forget it if Roxy gets in my lap. Abby acts as if her life is over. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more jealous creature. So, that’s my confession. I’m not cut out to have two children. I mean dogs, yeah, that’s it, dogs.