BossLady and I were hanging out last night, feeling extremely guilty about how little love that MetroDog has been given since the birth of the Peanut. Before the Peanut was born, it's safe to say that MetroDog was our first child. He slept in our bed with us, watched TV with us, and even travelled around the world with us. The three of us were practically inseparable.
Together, we would go for long hikes in Central Park almost every day and, on weekends, we'd cruise all over the city together. Hell, we even used to arrange play dates for him so he could hang out with some fellow Frenchies. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it now but, on his birthdays, BossLady and I would always throw him picnics in the park...complete with veal shanks from the butcher, some doggie ice cream, and a special birthday present.
We were discussing tonight about how cool and weird MetroDog is. He's the friendliest pooch around. He loves people and, more importantly, absolutely loves babies. When BossLady was pregnant, we were a little nervous about how'd he react to a new member of the family.
The first night after Peanut was born, I came home with her baby blanket and introduced her scent to MetroDog. Things didn't get off to a good start when I returned home the next day and found the blanket shredded to pieces. But when Peanut came home for the first time, MetroDog was the perfect elder sibling. He knew to be gentle with her and was instinctively protective of her. They got along famously from the start and continue to have a very entertaining relationship.
It's ridiculously adorable watching the two of them together. She loves walking him around the apartment and feeding him snacks. He loves licking her feet and sniffing her butt. Sometimes, BossLady and I will hear them in the next room, chasing each other around and laughing their asses off together.
MetroDog...We love you, dude. This post is for you. Now that you have a younger non-canine sibling, I promise that I'll try to save you from BossLady on Halloween. I can't promise anything for sure but I'll definitely try, my friend.
After all, I know that you never really forgave us for that whole bumblebee incident back in 2004 (and, for that matter, the birthday hat incident of 2003.) Sorry, dude!