miss scarlet was the love of my life...just a few short years ago. her antics tickled me pink, her sweet but sassy little attitude melted my heart, and the way she could brighten my day with a little bat of those baby browns more than made up for how much of a pain in the ass she is. she was the baby of the house, until the human baby came in and stole her thunder.
for the first week of life with a tiny human, scarlet barked at the baby. the second week she left the room when the baby was around. and for the next several months, she gradually learned to tolerate the baby. when food started to drop from above when baby was sitting in the kitchen, scarlet's acceptance took root. and now that baby is up and around, and starting to play a meek game of tug of war, scarlet is taking on the role of big sister.
i'll probably shed a wee tear of joy when she gives up her spot at the foot of my bed for a warm spot in the bed with the tiny human...someday.
~k
