Monday, November 7, 2011

November 7, 2011 ~ Baby's Best Friend

Buddy probably won't admit it, but he and Billy are best friends. At least, according to Billy they are.

Buddy is a full 9.5 years older than Billy and considers himself the older sibling. He was, to be blunt, not thrilled about this bald, screaming interloper. And I can't blame him. He used to be the baby, pampered daily, walked, played with, spoiled rotten. I used to groom him biweekly and take him to parks to play ball. Now, he's lucky if he's fed on time. I bought him toys all of the time. Now I have to yell at him to leave Billy's toys alone. He used to cuddle in my lap every evening. Now he has to wait his turn until Billy goes to sleep. No, Buddy was definitely not thrilled about having a baby in the house.

Billy, on the other hand has always been in love with Buddy. Who doesn't love a fuzzy, panting mop that lumbers around lazily? Who better to Attack Hug? When Billy was just a tiny thing, barely able to move, he used to follow Buddy with his eyes, enchanted. As soon as he could crawl he was crawling after Buddy. When he started to control his coos better he started imitating Buddy's bark. Now that he can walk and play, he plays with Buddy and his toys. They even play tug'o'war.


No, Buddy definitely won't admit it. But now he has a playmate that will gladly play tug'o'war until bedtime and throw toys for him. Someone to romp through the yard with. Yes, Buddy definitely has a friend. A best friend. Just don't tell Billy.



(both photos taken today)

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