In 2004 my husband and I were blessed with a beautiful little fur ball we named Bruno. He our pride and joy, he did amazing things such as rolling over, shaking hands and even speaking when asked! He went with us most places, made regular trips to the park and was always up for a car ride. Fast forward eight years and the poor guy can barely get a bath.
How sad that at one time I treated my dog as one of the family and now I unfortunately treat him as that weird Uncle who won’t get off your couch. Of course, deep down I love him just as much as life before a baby, but ohhh, how my patience now wears thin. His shedding didn’t bother me before, but now my daughter eats hairballs. His snoring used to be endearing, but now with my advanced mommy-sleeping radar it wakes me up at least five times a night. His incessant need to sit on my lap used to be the thing I loved most about him, now it’s just plain irritating because he doesn’t quite understand that bottle time can’t be snuggle time.
Lucky for Bruno, I have realized my newfound disdain for the once endeared, and have tried to make valiant efforts so he knows he is still loved. Daily walks and new bones are now a must, and I try to get in at least five minutes of snuggles before going to bed. My new goal is to give him some pets after every diaper change. I’ve got to remind myself that my first born, although almost 56, needs a little loving everyday too.