We will never have a dog in this house. Quite frankly, I’d love to have a Golden Retriever. However, with asthma and allergies (Yes, I know there are shots available for people with pet allergies. Yes, I endured them for nearly five years — in addition to shots for pollen, trees, etc. No, the shots didn’t work… not even a little bit.), a dog will never be in my future. Not even a “hypo-allergenic” one. I’m convinced hypo-allergenic dogs only work if you’re mildly allergic. I am not mildly allergic.
Muttsy (aka: Puppy) is the closest our home will ever come to having a Golden Retriever in it. (There are actually two Muttsy dogs living in our house, but that’s a story for another time.) Ari adores both of his puppy dogs. Initially one was known as “Upstairs Puppy” and the other as “Downstairs Puppy.” However, he now sleeps with both dogs every night, carries them downstairs in the morning, brings them back upstairs for naptime, and so on.
I came home around 5:15 p.m. I walked into the kitchen and was greeted by Ari and one of the puppies. He declared, “I wanna feed Puppy!”
“What’s he going to eat?” I asked, playing along.
“Ummm… peanut butter!” Ari declared.
“Oh, I like peanut butter,” I replied.
“Me too,” Ari giggled. “I put Puppy in high chair.”
Ari carried his puppy to his booster seat, clipped him in, and declared, “He needs a bib!”
I looked around the kitchen and found a bib. “Here you go,” I told his stuffie as I placed a bib around its neck.
“He needs a tray!” Ari said.
I walked over to the drying rack, grabbed the tray, and clicked it into place on the booster seat. Then I asked Ari, “Does he need a spoon?”
Ari’s eyes widened. “Yessss!”
I grabbed him a baby spoon. Then I brought over Ari’s water bottle. “Does he need water too?” I asked.
“Yessss!” Ari replied.
Ari began feeding and hydrating Puppy. Puppy even got kisses from Ari between his peanut-buttery spoonfuls. Lucky Puppy!