Despite my protests, I became outnumbered by J and my parents. According to J, he does not have the energy to take care of me, the baby, and a dog. According to my parents, a dog will only bring added stress to our new life as parents.
As a result, Comang has been staying at my parents’ since Claire’s birth and will stay there for at least another few weeks. My sister is back in NY for the year, so Comang has a friend — my sister’s dog Dante — to keep him company. I know that he is probably happier there than in our cramped apartment with a new baby and J’s parents visiting daily (they do not like dogs much). But the fact remains that he was our first baby, and I really really miss him.
Seeing this photo in my Google Reader just now set me off:
I proceeded to go through pictures of Comang in my computer and had a good, long cry.
The other day I asked J if he missed Comang and he replied, “Eh…” I know that the indifferent response was more likely due to stress and fatigue than his actual affection for the dog, but I wanted to punch my husband all the same for seeming so heartless.
I really miss ya, buddy. Please don’t forget about me and I can’t wait to see you again.