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Am I Not Enough?

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

A Note From Buddy:

My parents brought in a new puppy. Meet Bailey Drogin. It was bad enough that last year I had to put up with a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel named Dylan for a week – before my father got an asthma attack and sent her packing. I thought that was the end of the newbies. After all, I’ve been here 9 years. Why would they want a high maintenance puppy to drive them insane when I’m so good?

But this weekend, in came a puppy named Bailey. She looks like me . . . sort of . . . when I was a puppy. She’s darker but she’ll lose her dark coloring and end up just like me. I wanted to hate her. I planned on ignoring her the way I ignored Dylan until they took her away.

But something funny happened and it happened quickly. Maybe it was because she did look like me. Maybe it was because she tried hard to be my friend while the other dog just walked in and thought she owned the place. Maybe it was because my parents named her Bailey because it went good with my name – Buddy. Bailey and Buddy. Or maybe it’s because they said they brought her home to keep me happy and young at heart. But I like her.

It helps that she’s trouble with a capital T. A holy terror. The first night she screamed ALL NIGHT so much that my parents finally took pity on me and brought me into their bed to sleep. That’s a good thing. My sister Jackie says Bailey sounds like a Child of the Corn when she’s wailing. Whatever that means, but they all found it funny. Mom had to already buy new food/water bowls because she lifted hers up and dumped out her food and dragged the bowls around the kitchen. Mom had to clean it up. Jen says I have a shadow. She’s smaller but I’m still cuter.

Then there’s her eating habits. She’s a piglet. When she eats, she eats ALL over the place and leaves a trail across the kitchen. It got so bad Mom started to feed her in her crate. The first time she knocked her food all over. Then mom got the new bowl which was more weighted at the bottom and now she eats better. It’s better for me because they tried to lock me out of my own kitchen so I wouldn’t steal her food. Is it my fault she eats too slow?

But they bought me new food when I stopped eating mine last week (pre-puppy) because after 9 years, I got sick and tired of Fish and Potato food. Do you blame me? Venison and Sweet Potato is so much better. They also bought me new biscuits. Yum. And I get lots of attention now that the puppy is here. More than she gets. That’s a good thing, right?

So I have a new little sister. She has to go to puppy obedience training with mom. They said she has the same teacher I had and that made them happy because they think I’m such a good boy. The vet said I have a lot to teach the little runt. I’m important.

And that’s always a good thing. So what I discovered is that they got the puppy not because I’m not enough but because they love me so much, they wanted even more of me. Even if it means more work for them.