So, no, no defensiveness on my part with regards to Nathan’s return to DadWagon after his prolonged, inexcusable absence. I asked for his return, and now I got it. What do I have to complain about?
Only problem is, when he comes back, it is with Tolstoy. Tolstoy. Granted, we are talking about books on tape, and if that was how I read Anna Karenina, I wouldn’t necessarily be so keen to share it (but then again, Nathan works for Time, which is all about sharing this week). Either way, see here, Natey-boy, I’m the one who works for the archaic literary magazine around these parts. So I will make with the fancy references to the Classics, if you don’t mind.
Only problem is today I have nothing to share of any literary merit. Actually, I got doggies, licking snot off of babies. And I’m not ashamed of it (yes, I totally am). The video:
I thought of this only because it reminded me of how, Frankie, my dog, reacted when I brought JP home from the hospital. He was about to jump up on the bed and commence with the licking, as is his wont (how’s that for literary, eh?), the baby was there, and I freaked out as if a dingo was threatening my little one. Frankie never seemed resentful or scared, but he did register that a new sheriff was in town, in diapers, pooping round the clock, and that he had best adjust. Which he did.
Any pet/baby stories out there better than mine?
My dog weighs 120 lbs and scrambles for the hills whenever one of my infant twins drops a plastic toy on the floor. She’s always been a Nervous Nelly and the kids have really put her on edge. But now she’s on the anti-anxiety med Clomipramine, and she’s doing much better (thanks, Big Pharma!) I have also rigged up the baby stroller so she can pull it like she’s a mule. It’s completely safe and everyone enjoys it. Coincidentally, I just posted a story about a dingo on my blog. For reals.