Perils of Pet Ownership

[kate_nepveu]

Here's one of the perils of pet ownership they don't tell you about: what if your pet loves someone else better, and that someone else is out of town?

Well, just now at Chateau Steelypips, Emmy is lying stretched out on her side, head down on the floor, looking as abject as possible, and MOANING over and over.

I call her over to be petted and she ignores me. She'd rather just lie there and moan, as though that would magically produce Chad from across state lines.

(Since typing the initial words of this post, I have made the grave error, from a long-term perspective, of giving her some treats in a Kong—not to reward her, but just to occupy her, not that she'll know that.)

Arrrrgh.

Comments

[kate_nepveu]

What an adorable dog.

I always knew that a dog would love Chad better--he's more of a dog person, though I like them very well--and he also was the one to bring Emmy home from the shelter.

I just wish she weren't so _abject_ about it.

[writingortyping.livejournal.com]

Thanks - yeah, though I adore dogs, I was the one who came into the relationship with cats (http://writingortyping.com/Photos/simonanddash.jpg) (shameless pet-shilling - Simon, on the left, was mine coming in. Dash we got jointly before we got married, and Toshie was filled with joy: "Mom! Dad! You got me a BABY BROTHER!").

The frenzied yelping and ears-down wiggling when John comes home is downright pathetic. John gets it most days, I only get it on special occasions. (Jealous? MOI?)

I think Toshie knows I'm writing about him. He's wandering around and hooting to himself, even though we just got back from a walk. Whoops - nope, it's that Baby Brother got locked in the bedroom. My little tattletale.

[kate_nepveu]

Oh, we both get the wiggling and toy-parade when we get home, at least; Chad gets it more, but I do get it.

Chad insists that Emmy has, _on occasion_, moaned at the door when I've left the house, but I'm unmoved, because we have to put her in the back yard before Chad can walk out the front door--she just can't bear to see him leave.

Jealousy is a terrible thing, ain't it? =>

Glad to hear that the dog gets along with the cats, or at least one of the cats.

[writingortyping.livejournal.com]

Simon (who was 14 lbs. to his 7 when we first brought him home) he respects.

Dash is his BUDDY. They PLAY. And chase one another. And make noise.

It's a good arrangement, as Simon is almost 9 years old and disdains playing.