The King, begrudgingly abdicated
6th February 2008
Day 6: 29 Days of the Everyday
Spencer Dog, once the mighty furry ruler of Chez McDougall-Foster, is slowly accepting life as a peon. Don’t get me wrong: He still gets two walks a day, three small meals a day, plenty of treats, a rawhide bone once a week, a plethora of cuddles throughout the day, and a snuggle in bed with me in the morning. He just gets it now all around Miss Lucy’s schedule.
He is not suffering, although he will try to make you believe he is, what with the big brown blinking eyes and pressed back ears. Oh, the drama of a Jack Russell.
He is getting old, our Spencer Dog. He sleeps the vast majority of the day. He’s getting more needy, wanting to be on us all the time. He takes his time meandering up our slippery wooden stair case. His walks can be frustratingly slow. Sometimes it takes him a few tries to make it up on our bed, his favourite place to snooze (these may soon grace our bedroom, and not for any kinky reasons).
But Spencer’s spark is alive and well. He plays toys with us when the mood strikes (mostly in the evening during a rousing game of Ball House with Lucy), and still dashes across the backyard like lightening to show those squirrels who is boss.
He’ll always be our Practice Baby, our first child, my best friend, my boy Spencer Dog.
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And which movie did he pick?
Homeward Bound, of course. Elmo and Baby Einstein are for suckers.
OMG he is so cute! Poor Otto, he too doesn’t get the affection and attention he once did. And I hate to tell you, but it gets worse with two kids! At least in our house it has. Fortunately Isaac just adores Otto so he showers tons of attention on him, although I’m sure Otto would prefer to be left alone most times as Isaac’s displays of affection are usually running Otto around the house like a wheelbarrow (using his hindlegs as handles) and tormenting the poor dog. But Otto must love his little buddy; why else do we find him curled up in bed, next to Isaac most evenings after 10?