The morning I went into labour John took the dogs to daycare and they stayed there for a little over a week. We figured getting used to a whole new human was a enough to deal with (we were right) and they would be happier hanging out with a bunch of other dogs. A few days after she was born John brought one of Naomi’s blankets to the daycare to give them a chance to sniff it. They were just excited to see John and didn’t pay attention to the blanket at all. A few days after that John brought the dogs home for a quick visit before taking them back to the daycare. I went into the backyard with Naomi… and they couldn’t have cared less that I was presenting them with their Newest Boss. Kayloo (my personal canine pregnancy detector) gave her a cursory sniff but Mickey was just happy to pee all over his territory.
They’ve taken more interest since then. Although I think they’d like to know why the hairless dog barks so much.
Kayloo is learning that while sniffing the baby is fine, slobbering all over her is not fine. Left to her own devices Kayloo would slather Naomi with dog saliva every 15 minutes. I can only imagine what things are going to be like when Naomi starts eating solids.
Mickey is my nursing buddy. While Kayloo tends to excuse herself when Naomi starts to cry (real nice, Kayloo, way to abandon me when the going gets tough), Mickey just sits down at my feet and hangs out there. Mickey’s company is very much appreciated, especially at the beginning when Naomi and I were soldiering through hour long nursing sessions (yowza).
For those of you who were wondering, I still love my dogs.
Age: 10 days