In addition to deliberately crapping on the floor and eating umbilical stumps, Bodhi has now added compulsive licking to his list of weird and annoying and altogether frustrating habits. I don't know what sparked it and frankly, I don't have the time or energy to try to psychoanalyze my neurotic little dog. Me, Andy, the baby, the fridge, the couch... he's a licking fiend.
And it's gone too far.
Baby E has been feeling extra saucy this week (by "saucy," I mean a fussy, screaming, kicking, writhing, possessed demon child), and after nearly three hours of rocking, humming, shh-ing, and sobbing (on both parts), I'd finally gotten her to sleep. Carefully and quietly, I walked her over to her swing, fastened her in, turned it on.... and waited. Stood and waited for a minute, not believing my luck. Yes... she was finally out for her nap. I quietly tip-toed to the kitchen to do dishes. Still not a peep. Praise Vishnu...
Then I hear it. Fussing. God damnit. Not even five goddamn minutes. BUT... it was just fussing, not full-bore crying. I may be able to intercept this one. So I fly to the living room and there's the scene...
E in the swing in her sleeping gown, little feet and little legs flailing... and there's Bodhi. With his head completely covered by her gown. Licking up a storm.
Seriously, what is an appropriate reaction to this scene besides what I did -- screaming? There's my dog, one Huggies away from defiling my daughter... I mean really what is the course of action here? Dr. Spock? Dog whisperer? Anyone? Any input here?
I guess I should just be thankful that he's already been neutered long before E came along. Licking is one thing. Humping and peeing are entirely another.
I should not be saying that last sentence for at least another 16 years.
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