My New Parent

In Acceptance, My Dad, My family, Nicknames, Two homes, Why leave on September 26, 2010 at 5:01 pm

My Stuff

I'm next to my stuff, all packed ready to go, as I'm transported between Shelley's and her dad's houses.

How could Mommy leave me for days and days? I like her dad but he’s not Mommy. I cried for Mommy and watched out the window and listened for her car to come back. It didn’t day after day. And then she was here!

I did a dance for Mommy, barking and running circles around her feet. I lied down on my back, wiggling my feet in the air. She dropped to her knees and bent over me as she kissed me, rubbed my belly and told me she loves, loves me. She said she misses me. She said I’m adorable. She gave me more and more kisses, and I ate it all up.

And then she left me, again.

And again, and again.

So, I decided to get her back, I would like her dad more. I follow him around all day, or I sit on this special window ledge he made just for me. He also made me a staircase to climb into bed with him, because his bed is a little too high for jumping. He has lots of nicknames for me. Do you want to hear them?

  1. Honey
  2. Little Girl
  3. Sweetie Pie
  4. Pumpkin
  5. Dear, darling …

It’s like I’m his new best friend. Don’t tell Mommy, or maybe she’ll figure it out and come get me, but maybe I’m starting to like it here. Daddy has a big back yard, and he has the best front window ever to see traffic, people and dogs.


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