Baby

We said hello to Baby in 1994, when she was a tiny ball of wrinkled fur. She was adorable, but she didn’t act like any puppy I’d ever been around. She wasn’t a snuggler. She didn’t give kisses. In fact, she didn’t seem to like us. Time passed and we grew on her, but Baby never cared for being the center of attention. She preferred to be on the sidelines.

Baby & Jasmine got along in the beginning, but as they got older, fights started breaking out. In 2001, things reached the point where we decided to separate them. They remained apart until 2006, when they met on Mother’s Day, to go for a walk. By 2008, they had mellowed to the point where they could be in the same room, but we never left them unsupervised.

When Harley came to live with us, we were a bit surprised that Baby greeted him as warmly as she did. She also welcomed Admiral, but when he tried to chase her out of his dish, he got his butt kicked by 35 pounds of cranky. When Friday joined the family, Baby & Harley attempted to parent him, but he was a bit too much for them. Baby did her best to correct his misbehavior, but Friday just thought she was playing with him. There were times when I thought he might be right.