Barry told me last week that Maggie marched up to Sydney, gave her a huge hug and exclaimed, “I love you so much, Sydney!”
I’m sure that if Sydney could talk, she’d say something similar back, but more specifically along the lines of loving all the food droppings, scoops of food and cheese chunks that Maggie shares with her. Although Maggie is our first child, Sydney in many ways is our first born. She was the reason we rushed home from work, started to take morning and evening walks, and most of all, the first living thing that both Barry and I fell in love with together.
To see the love blossom between Sydney in Maggie makes us smile a bit more broad and knowingly chuckle when we see them together. I often say that Sydney is like a glorified cat because she’d sleep 23 hours a day if we let her and she is also shaped more like a fat cat than a dog. Sydney loves to chew her bones on Maggie’s bed, especially when Mags is already in bed….which results in Maggie yelling, “Barry, can you call Syd, please!” (It seems that more and more, we’re learning that Maggie doesn’t miss one dang thing…)
If we were giving out Best Dog in the Universe awards, today would be Syd’s day. She’s so patient, friendly, happy and laid-back….a perfect companion. I remember when I was pregnant with Maggie and suddenly Syd couldn’t fit her body onto my lap anymore. I swear she looked at me as if it were all MY fault, she certainly couldn’t understand that Barry was partially to blame for my ‘condition.’ Anyhow, with a second baby coming, I fully expect another stare-down from The Pug once we bring B2 home. Because there are only so many toddler hugs and paper crowns a Pug should have to wear in a lifetime…or at least that’s what I’ll gather from her woe-is-me look.