July 26, 2017 by imhavingadadday
I’m a dog person. Hands down. Growing up we had a couple of cats (RIP Molly and CoCo), but we always had dogs. In fact, I don’t think that there was ever a day that went by throughout my life that we were dog-less. There was Chelsea, Belle, Jessie, and Bella (as you can see, my two brothers and I were very creative dog naming children). So when I moved away for college, I did what any responsible 19 year old does…get a puppy! This puppy, Tank (in the photo), now nearly 10 years old, is the greatest dog known to mankind and currently lives with my parents and good old sweet Bella; his best dog friend and window watching, old lady in the street barking, life companion.
My wife grew up like me, with dogs. So like any responsible 20 year old, what did she do when she was about to begin nursing school? She got a puppy! This puppy, Libby, who is now seven years old, lives with us and our dog-loving 16 month old, Darcy. God. Bless. Libby.
It’s amazing how much a toddler and a dog have in common. They both beg for your food. They both eat trash off of the floor. They both have zero concept of making a mess and why that’s a bad thing. So naturally, Darcy and Libby share a very special sisterly bond. Libby definitely uses her physical advantages to get away for a nap at times, but for the most part, she wants to be near Darcy watching over her.
As Darcy has gotten older, she does what all toddler tyrants do…test limits. Unfortunately for dear Libby, one of these limit testing moments came the other day during meal time. Remember how I said that Darcy and Libby share a special bond? That bond was forged over a year ago during the sacred meal time. Darcy sits in her chair and Libby waits next to her. Darcy plays a “hilarious” game where she holds food down to Libby, and just before Libby grabs it, she snatches it back and says “nye nye!” (“no, no” in adult speak). Then she gets sweet again and throws the food at her. Well, Libby doesn’t quite care if a slice of cheese or a piece of a PB&J sandwich is thrown at her because, hey, its human food and it doesn’t hurt. (In our house, food throwing is generally a crime punishable by meal ending, but if you have kids you understand choosing your battles some days, you know?).
So the other day, Libby sees that Darcy has been placed in the almighty free human food chair and starts to walk in from the living room. Darcy stops eating and watches Libby walk all the way in. When Libby is about 10 feet from the chair Darcy grabs her sippy cup, eyes still focused on Libby getting closer. Now I know my daughter, and I know when she has the thinking wheels spinning…and they were spinning fast…really fast…but before I could figure it out, WHAM! Sippy cup, full of milk, slams Libby right in the face! Before I could even react, Darcy starts laughing hysterically and pointing at Libby. She was like Scut Farkus pointing and laughing at Ralphie in A Christmas Story. Smile from ear to ear, so stinkin’ proud it was oozing out of her. Like I said earlier…God. Bless. Libby.
Those of you who have both kids and animals can probably relate to this story. If not, I guess my kid is just inherently evil and Libby’s doomed. Thankfully, Libby is a sweet dog with a short memory and her and Darcy are BFF’s yet again. I guess these are the memories you have of your siblings abusing you from when you were a kid. Wait? God bless Libby? GOD BLESS BABY#2 THIS DECEMBER.