The Forgotten One

If there was a being in our home that was never to be forgotten it would be our dog, Brodie. He wouldn't let you forget him by making impossible for you to even ignore him. Whether it be by alerting us to the presence of attack bunnies in the front yard, barking at the invisible man who seems to frequent our deck at 2 a.m., whining for a drink of water which he prefers from the bathroom sink, or simply by humping whatever company happens by the house. Brodie didn't take a backseat to anything. And he is, and always will be, daddy's boy. This dog lives for Husband's love, approval, and butt scratches.

Enter Grant: the new boy in daddy's life. The first few days at home with new baby & dog were rough. Did we want Brodie to sniff and get used to Grant? Yes. But there's that voice in the back of my head that said "What if he tries to eat him?" Needless to say there was a lot of tension between the three of us (Husband, me, and Brodie). Now, for the most part, Brodie is indifferent to Grant's presence. Except for when he cries, then Brodie will usually make his exit from the room but not before giving us a look that clearly says "When is that thing going home?" I haven't checked in a while, but I think Brodie has set up a little apartment for himself underneath our bed. I'm waiting to catch him dragging a dorm fridge under there.

So now our "first baby" has become our forgotten family member. I say this because the other night Husband brought Brodie inside after doing his nighttime business and Brodie was still attached to his cable (no fenced in backyard + roaming dog = 40 foot long cable). Then Husband picked up Grant and played with him and talked to him and made him laugh for about 15 minutes. Poor Brodie just sat there and watched as his idol played with this "thing" that has taken up all of his Daddy Attention, as I like to call it. Finally, we both realized that Brodie needed to be freed and Nate hurried up to untie him. At that point Brodie gave Nate the most pitiful look and sulked out of the room, his spirit clearly broken. The next day I bought him some of his favorite rawhide treats. Poor guy.



Brodie at about 10 weeks old (he came to live with us at 5 weeks old)

 

One of his favorite sleeping positions. This was known as "Brodie's Chair" and we got rid of it about a year ago. I don't know that he's forgiven us (and by "us" I mean me) for it.



The nosiest neighbor on the block

 

Brodie and the Tramp (Ha! Get it, Husband is the tramp)




A fun game of Where's Brodie?




Same game, new locations


 

A recent picture of Brodie enjoying some much needed Daddy & Me time




Ha! I found him asleep one day with his ear sticking straight up!

And last, but not least, I mentioned above that he prefers his water to come from the faucet. And here is proof of just how weird (but lovable) our dog is: