Being a dog isn’t easy. (Well, I guess it is sometimes.) It requires constant vigilance and an ability to adapt to just about anything. It also means you have to put up with all the strange and unnecessary things humans do, no matter what the end result is. It’s hard to understand why they do a lot of these, but we put up with them because of how much we love them. Sometimes, however, their actions can be overwhelming or even make us feel sad.
My human, Emily, has done some exceptionally ridiculous things over the years. I’ve always taken it in stride and accepted it for what it is. Lately, however, she’s been doing things that I simply cannot wrap my mind around. It’s like she’s lost her mind, and I’m not sure if she loves me as much as she used to. It feels very much like my wonderful, little world is coming to an untimely end.
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Let’s Start at the Very Beginning
It all began about two months ago. I was greatly enjoying my life at the lake. My best friend, Maggie, was there, and I got to hang out with her every day. Sometimes, other friends of mine would come visit, too. I got all sorts of attention, love, and yummy snacks. Plus, I got to see lots of my favorite humans. It was the best.
Then one day, Emily started packing. We travel a lot, so I’m pretty used to her doing this, but it still worries me. I’m never sure if she’s going to take me with her or not. At any rate, this was no ordinary style of packing. She was putting everything in boxes and bags. I’m no fool, so I knew right away it meant we were moving again.
Since I’ve lived with Emily, we’ve moved roughly eight times. At least, I think that’s right. I sort of lost track. As long as I’m still with her in the end, I don’t really care where we move or how often. This time, however, I was really bummed I had to say goodbye to the cushy life I’d been living. If it was like last time, I didn’t know when I’d get to see everyone again.
Not being sure always makes me anxious, so it’s safe to say I was a wreck the whole time she was packing. Besides, while I was almost positive she was bringing me with (she had packed my stuff, after all), there was still an inkling of doubt at the back of my mind. What if she changed her mind or had packed my stuff to bring me somewhere else and leave me forever? One can never be too sure.
A Fresh Start in a New Place
These thoughts nagged at me right up until she unloaded my stuff and put it in the same building her stuff was in. I didn’t know where we were or when we’d see anyone again, but at least we’d be together. Then the strangest thing happened.
Emily’s sister, Sarah, had come with us. I had figured she was just coming along to help, but she brought a lot of her own stuff. After everything was unpacked, and Emily’s super awesome aunt and uncle had driven away, I realized what was going on. Sarah was staying with us! I was overjoyed. Now I had two people I loved with me, and I was certain everything was going to be just fine.
And everything was fine – for a little while, at least. We hung out all the time, and they both gave me tons of affection. I always made sure to sit right between them, so they could both pet me. It was a great life, and I could hardly complain – until that fateful day.
I’m All Alone
That day, Emily and Sarah got up in the morning and proceeded to get ready for the day. No big deal, right? I sat on the couch and patiently waited for them to join me. Only, they never did. Instead, they put on their shoes and headed out the door.
At first, I figured they’d just forgotten me. As more and more time went on, though, it became clear they had left me on purpose. How could they do such a thing? Had they forgotten about me? I whined and cried for some time, but it was useless. No one was coming back for me. I decided to lie down in front of the door in the hopes that someone would eventually show up.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I heard two very familiar voices coming from the other side of the door. They’d come back! I was so relieved, I could barely contain myself. They opened the door and I bounded outside to greet them.
Much to my surprise, however, they had another animal with them. It was in a small kennel, so I couldn’t get a close look, but I knew it wasn’t a dog. Once they let it out of the kennel, it didn’t take me long to surmise what it was. They had brought home a kitten. I hoped they weren’t planning on keeping it, but it seemed they also had all the things a kitten would need, so I had a suspicion they wouldn’t.
What Have They Done?
My suspicions were proven true when I heard them addressing the kitten as Harvest. Anytime a human names something, it’s a pretty good sign they have every intention of keeping it. I wasn’t happy about it, but part of me wanted to make a new friend.
I did my best to get to know Harvest. Unfortunately, he didn’t want anything to do with me. I had pretty much given up on ever being his friend when he finally decided he was comfortable in his new home. That’s when the real trouble began.
Harvest went from Mr. Timid to Mr. Curiosity overnight. He started exploring every inch of our home and didn’t seem to understand that some things were mine, which meant they were off limits. He played with my toys, slept in all my favorite spots, and even tried eating my food. Worst of all, he took at least half of the attention I usually got!
I tried to make it clear to Emily and Sarah that this new addition to our lives was unacceptable. They just kept telling me to stop being jealous and that I needed to get along with Harvest. Even though I know it is, they claimed it’s not the end of the world. I was determined to convince them he had to go, and they just brushed me off like my opinion meant nothing. How ridiculous is that?
The End Is Nigh
It’s been about a month since Harvest dared enter our lives, and I still can’t understand why the girls thought it was a good idea to bring him here. Yet, they seem oddly determined to keep him around, so I suppose I better to get used to it. That doesn’t mean I have to like it, though, and I’m working hard to make it clear I don’t.
Every time Harvest is getting attention, I interject myself and steal it from him. Anytime he does something cute, I do the same thing so they know I can be just as adorable. He tried to eat my food, so I ate a bunch of his. If I can remind them of how much they love me and how awesome I am, maybe they’ll consider getting rid of Harvest. They call it jealousy, but I call it strategic planning. I just want things to go back to normal. I don’t want my perfect world to end. Is that really too much to ask for?