I remember back before I was knocked up (oh, doesn’t that seem like ages ago?) that I would hear stories about new parents who had kids and their love for their dogs would wane. They of course still loved their furry family members, but the dogs/cats just fell a bit in ranking, and they would get fewer walks and not as much attention. And I have had friends who have volunteered at dog rescues or humane societies who have taken in many surrendered animals because of a new baby in the household. I even rescued a 6-year-old sheltie when I got out of college who was given away because she wasn’t as good with the grandkids as her parents had hoped.
So you can imagine how nervous I was about this baby coming home. I mean, we all know that I *adore* my animals… and I didn’t want to become someone whose priorities shifted. These guys were my kids for years before I got knocked up, and I hoped that my love for them would not diminish.
You guys? I had nothing to worry about. AT ALL.
If anything, my heart swells even more for Magda and Merlin as I watch them welcome Ezra to the family and quietly approach him, offering sniffs or gentle kisses. Magda was terrified of infants before Ezra came home, and now she’s happy to lick his ears and feet (and anywhere else where we might allow — which isn’t much). Sure, making time for the daily walks requires much more planning. But seriously, look at those eyes up there? I am still nutso for that crazy girl. Even if she did get into the trash twice today.
Yup. Still madly in love with a trash digger. Who knew I had it in me?