Usually when we have guests over, we get rid of the dogs. Two dogs in a sea of people just make it harder. But when the crowd’s small, there’s no reason to risk a dog jumping out of a window. So on Saturday when we hosted Thanksgivmas with mi tres amigas and their significant others, the dogs were allowed to stay.
I love my doggins. But when we have visitors they’re obnoxious and pushy. They steal food. They desire to have everyone’s attention they can possibly get. Except mine. From the time someone else steps in our house, I no longer exist in the eyes of the doggin. Nope. They’ve got to their fix from other humans, humans they don’t live with.
I laugh it off. The abandonment of the doggins, that is. I’m happy that people like our dogs. I’m happy that people are happy when our dogs are obnoxious and pushy. But deep down I’m a little sad. Because I want to be their person. Their only person.
So as Brian stroked Chase’s head and told her how she should be Kilo’s birthday present, I tell myself it’s OK. Because when he’s gone, she’ll be mine again. And because he’s going to have trouble getting her white bunny fur off his black sweater.