Dog Days

This is our fake pet dog, Bird.

My parents got Bird for us as a joke gift after Eric revealed that he wants a dachshund. There's nothing particularly funny about a dachshund alone, (although they are pretty funny.) but it's funny to think about a big, tall guy like Eric owning a dachshund.

Our fake dog, Bird, is a big part of our family, but sadly, Madeline is afraid of him.

I don't know why. He's been silently guarding our living room since before she was born. She's seen him just about every day of her little life. Yet, one day she looked at him and lost her ever-loving mind in a blur of tears and howls.

Maybe its his beady little eyes. Maybe it's his pointy nose. Maybe it's how eerily real and stoic he is.

Whatever it is, Madeline doesn't like it.

When she sees him, she scowls and quickly scoots as far away from him as possible, glancing nervously over her shoulder to make sure he's not following her.

I suppose the right thing would be to hide Bird away someplace safe until Madeline is ready for a fake pet. But we couldn't do that to our poor fake dog.

The bright side? Madeline had been determined to pull the floor lamp down on herself. Every time we sat in the living room, we had to chase her away from it. But now? Now, Our fake dog, Bird, guards the lamp, and Madeline hasn't gone near it since.

He's a good dog. We are bad parents.


***It seems my computer is broken. I plan on brining it to Apple to be fixed later this week. In the meantime, I am blogging from ye olde I Pad, which is great, except I can't upload pictures to Blogger from it. Boooooo.