I feel awful, but the truth is- I’ve been a horrible dog mom the last few weeks.
It’s not that I’ve lost interest in my dog, the way I once lost interest in my hamster, my 2 parakeets, my thirty mice, and the three rats I’ve had over the years.
It’s just that I have been incredibly busy.
I’ve been working nearly every afternoon on top of mornings at the station, and most evenings I’ve had some sort of obligation.
I still make a good effort to take little Stevie Ticks out on a good walk a few times a week… and if I don’t have time for that, either my sister or I will take her to the park across the street to throw her ball.
Still, I know that I haven’t been paying her as much attention as I should, and I know this because somewhere in the last month she’s learned to play with herself.
Not in the sexual way. Get your mind out of the gutter.
I first noticed it a few weeks back when I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. All of a sudden a sock flew and landed in my lap. There was no one in the room but Stevie, sitting quietly and with eyes full of yearning -staring up at me from the floor.
Now, I’ve noticed her doing it nearly every time I’m home and not showing her attention. She throws bones, balls, socks… basically anything she can pick up with her mouth-and then has to fetch them all by herself.
As sad as it is, it makes me laugh a little.
I’ve never known an animal to be such an attention whore.
I wonder where she gets it?