Tomorrow will be a week since “Dinky” came to our home. I am wondering if anyone cares about how I feel – as I blog this from the floor of the cab where I once was on Mummy’s lap looking out at the world.
I know Mummy had been telling me about his arrival – albeit only like a few days before. But I didn’t know what it meant and I had no vote in it.
All of Mummy’s friends have been fussing over “he-who-has-no-name”. Yes, poor thing he had a difficult life and Mummy had said he can come and “stay for a while” before he goes to his forever home. But this is feeling very “forever” for me.
Kim, who helped Mummy to go to pick him up.My lovely Agnes letting Bobo kiss her.Aunty Jane giving him hugs.Jacqui saying hello. Marta comes all the way from Poland and she used to say she loves me. Today she was “in love” with dinky! 🙁Even my groomer who tells me I am pretty is fussing over this little thing.And Mummy’s first hug for a petrified “he-that-has-no-name” …
I have been feeling a little left out and “unnoticed” – I know everyone feels sorry for him but he is also quite the charmer. And whenever Mummy mentions Killing Station, everyone scrunches up their faces and feel even more sorry for him. He is quite a little darling and he really knows how to milk it. So back to me – the once “love of Mummy’s life” – I am not so sure any more.
“He-who-has-no-name” seems to want to take over my place under Mummy’s desk. He also wants to compete with me to enter the home first. He really wants to come into my life and I have let him. The only time I was really annoyed with him was when he tried to sleep on my bed in the bedroom. Mummy had told him he couldn’t enter the bedroom – and he did and he came to sit on my bed!!! I chased him out!
And when we went in a taxi yesterday, where I am usually on Mummy’s lap, there perched on her lap is Dinky! I was relegated to the floor.But otherwise, while I am sympathetic towards his needs I am feeling a little dejected. When will all this end?May’s comment: Making sure I am spending as much time as I can with Darcy – need to figure this one out. This is the one factor that is holding me back from keeping “he-who-has-no-name” – I miss my “Darcy & Me” times. As much as he had wormed his way into my heart, Darcy is my first love. Cannot believe I have such difficulty moving from “just the two of us” to “just the three of us”