Puppy Love
I’ve always maintained that I’m not the motherly type.
Having cats were kind of perfect that way. I mean, they need care but they aren’t like children really. They’re kind of independent.
Since Pugly came in my life though, I’ve discovered myself doing little motherly things.
You know, taking him to “play groups.”
Wiping the eye boogers out of his eyes.
Wiping his nose.
Wiping his face when he’s eaten something and he’s gotten it all over.
Carrying him over puddles.
Taking him to doggy daycare — heck, worrying he won’t get in.
And the latest?
Last night when I took him out to pee-pee (yes, we use words like pee-pee and poo-poo), he ate some of those sticky brier things and they got stuck in his throat and despite the fact that I had a huge 7 out of 10 migraine that I took a Oxycodone pill for, I stayed awake for hours with him, playing Mommy trying to get him to hack it up. He kept making that sound like he was trying to clear his throat and he couldn’t get comfortable. Eventually I got him to drink some water. He swallowed it. Next thing you know, he wanted to play at 3am and I was trying to go to sleep. 
Anyway, I guess Pugly bought out the Motherly Instinct in me. My mother has pointed out that he’s my baby. I mean, I don’t love my kitties any less, but Pugly is definitely the little kid. I’m always so proud when people gush over him when we’re out and about. I love fussing over him. It’s not uncommon for me to find dog treats in my pocket or purse. There’s a rawhide chew in my car.
It’s definitely Puppy Love.
tags: the puppy, motherly instinct
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on November 10, 2006 at 1:03 pm
digsite said:
awe, how sweeet!
My hubby and I used to do stuff like that with our two little dogs too. We’d take them to the park, teach them tricks refresh their supply of treats and toys on a monthly basis..u name it.
it’s fun.