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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

LOOK AT CUTE PICTURE OF DOG HERE


"Hey, Mom, how's it going today?"

"GET DOWN! I SAID GET DOWN!"

"Oh, really, that sounds great."

"HEY! YOU! STOP IT RIGHT THERE, MISSY!"

"Nice. I had a pretty relaxing day too."

"NO! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH?! WHAT. DO. YOU. HAVE. IN. YOUR. MOUTH??"

"Grandma has been constipated for three days now? Sheesh."

"YOU ARE BEING SUCH A BRAT! YOU KNOW THAT? YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE BEING A BRAT? HUH?"

"Oh shit, I think my leg is on fire. I gotta go, Mom. "

(shock)
"YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT! GET BACK HERE. YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

(phone drops, inaudible scrambling in background)

Sigh

I used to be an only child. The world used to revolve around me.
Until she came along...


It's difficult learning to share a parent at 22 years old.
It's particularly difficult to share a parent with something that is not human.
You can't reason with a 13-pound Jack Russell Terrier. You just can't.
They think the world revolves around them too. So, having an only child and a Jack Russell Terrier in the same room is no good. We compete.
And we'll compete for the affection of the woman we both call "Mom"...TO THE DEATH.

Five years after our Beagle-Husky-Peter Lorre mix, Samantha, passed away and one year after I moved to California, my mother decided it was time to get a dog. What possessed her to choose a Jack Russell Terrier is beyond me. Friends and neighbors pleaded with her not to get a notoriously pint-sized Tasmanian Devil on crack, but she had already fallen in love with a little runt she was to call "Lucy".


When Lucy joined the family, I ceased to exist as offspring of the family. T-shirts and pictures with my mug on it were swapped out with snapshots of EVERY FREAKIN' ADORABLE MOMENT LUCY EVER PRODUCED. And when you're a puppy, that's every God forsaken second. Do you know how many pictures exist of this dog? Do you know how many times my Grandma refers to her as her daughter? Do you know how many times I've called my mother only to have her talk to the dog the entire conversation? Waaaay too many times for this spoiled brat to dig. Lucy knew she was the preferred child now. When I come home to visit, she'll lean in and growl at me any time I go to hug or kiss my mother. This is her turf now. I know this because there is a door mat that welcomes visitors at the house with her likeness on it. 

Lucy and my dynamic is not all combative though. In fact, when home, I often wake to find the dog spooning me. I'll turn over to see her bright brown eyes staring at me, a little paw draped over my chest. "What is this Lucy? What are you doing?" She gives me a look as if everything is ok, all the contempt is gone during those early morning moments. "I'm cool which you, Lauren," it's as if she says, "It's cool. There is enough room in the family for both of us now." Then she gets up and exits the room, leaving me in the wake of her bi-polar behavior.

7 Comments:

At 2:41 PM, Blogger theTsaritsa said...

The silver tabby cat, Skippy, my family got when I was in high-school used to be the family pet. Somehow, he became my mom's third child, her only son, and he gets all the attention.

I guess us twenty-somethings just aren't cute enough anymore for mommy :/

 
At 3:01 PM, Blogger Penny Lane said...

That is a very cute dog, and although not human, I am sure quite the sibling.

 
At 3:27 PM, Blogger Christopher said...

She is pretty cute. Of course you are too. But old ladies love little animals, its just sort of how it works.

 
At 5:24 PM, Blogger Kristin W said...

Um, yeah. My husband AND his parents had jack russells. NOT ideal dogs. Why? At one point his parents had his dog and theirs...both females. No. But Lucy was a cute puppy. I envy my attention being taken by a dog. I'm the oldest of 4 :/

 
At 5:25 PM, Blogger Kristin W said...

Actuality prefer pets as my ONLY children :)

 
At 6:12 PM, Blogger Nicole said...

I can see how your mother could love her. She is quite adorable. Not as adorable as you are but only slightly less so. Not that I'm comparing you to a dog. Okay, I'll stop now.

Our neighbors have "Toy Fox Terrorists" as we call them and that breed is nuts. Unbelievably hyper. Won't even stop running enough for me to pet one of them, yet they demand to be petted.

I have a dog-baby and I understand the appeal.

 
At 5:51 AM, Blogger Melanie's Randomness said...

Ohh geez the doggie is cute tho. I never had a pet because my mom had me & my dad. That was enough. lol =P

 

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