When I first became a stay-at-home-mom, the dog really didn’t pay me that much attention and I returned the favor. As far as I was concerned, he belonged to my kids. Isn’t it enough that I feed and water them? Do I have to take care of their furry little beast too? That was the deal when we bought him five years ago, the kids would take care of him ~ not me and not my husband. Sometime over the last few weeks that has changed…
For the most part, Squeekerz (yeah, really. Did I mention that he belongs to my kids?) doesn’t like people. He doesn’t like kids (seriously) and he most certainly doesn’t like strangers invading his territory (even if they’re “strangers” he sees on a regular basis). He’d sell out the family for a slice of bread and he’d toss in the house for a box of Girl Scout cookies (we keep Shortbreads in the house just in case we need him on our side in an emergency).
Lately, though, Squeekerz has taken to following me around the house. Everywhere. If I go to the bathroom, he sits outside the door. If I go into the laundry room, he’s click clacking right behind me. If I sigh deeply, his ears perk up. I haven’t had this much shadowing since the kids were toddlers. When I leave him to run errands, his whimpers serenade me as I walk down the stairs. And when I return home, his tail wags and he runs from one end of the house to the other.
I’m not sure what has brought on this sudden obsession (really, it can’t be considered anything less ~ he goes nuts whenever someone touches me) but I’m pretty happy about it because when the zombie apocalypse happens, I know I’ll be safe….
….Unless they have Girl Scout cookies.