Now, he is normally a well behaved, if a little hyper, pup. We have had him pretty well trained these last few years. I feel like I am now dealing with an older child. You see, my twins are my first kiddos. Up until then, I have had my little fur babies to snuggle with and shower with all of my baby love. When I got pregnant Hunter decided he would be my guardian. He would follow me around and keep his eyes on me at all times to make sure I was okay. I think he thought that these kids would be his to keep safe at all times.
When I came home from the hospital, and I was very suddenly not pregnant, and my girls were still at the NICU, he looked at me like I was a terrible person. He would sit across from me and stare at me like I had done something awful and he couldn't bear to be near me. I could hear him thinking "WHAT have you done with MY babies? Where are they woman?" Of course while they were in the NICU for those long, long days, I would bring home their clothes for my pups to smell and get used to their scent.
Now that the girls are home though, I think he has realized he is not my only child. He is not getting all of the attention anymore. "Who are these little people my mom and dad are so enchanted by?", and most importantly I think "What can I do to make sure they notice me a little more?" This morning he decided to make me pay for that I guess. I had barely opened my front door when he bolted out like a streak of lightening through the sky. I figured he would just run out to do his thang and be back. Ohhhh no, he had other ideas. He ran like an Olympian. I live in a somewhat country area, so he was out running by my neighbors pond, down and around houses, and rolling in the high grasses like he was on a field trip. All the while I am shouting his name as the sun is barely creeping up in the sky. My poor neighbors probably had a fright. I can just see them now looking out their window to see what all the fuss was about, and there I am running with his squeaky toy down the road. My braless boobs flopping around (of course I hadn't had time to fully dress yet), and my crazy hair flowing through the wind. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I end up on one of those fabulous epic fail sites somewhere or the crazy lady on youtube.
After several long minutes chasing him down I finally got him home. Of course this made me late dropping the girls off at my moms before work. She thought something was wrong because she had tried calling and of course I couldn't answer because I was chasing that darn speed demon. I load up the girls, and I'm off. Little did I know my mom had headed over to make sure I was okay. So when I got to her house she was no where to be found. Everything worked out just fine but I tell you, it was just one of those mornings.
