Puppy Love

Sure, he's cute.

Sure, he's cuddly.

But, dammit, so am I!

Sigh. Ok, look, I get it. Scott's the one who wakes up at 3 a.m. every day with our girl Barley to take her out to potty. And he's the one who can come home during lunch to walk and feed her during the week. And he's usually the first one home after work and is with her by himself two nights a week while I'm in class. I get it. She's got the puppy love for Scott because he sure does take good care of her.

But, man, a gal's ego can really get blown when her boyfriend leaves the room and the puppy starts to pout. Seriously. Barley straight up pouts when he leaves the room. She'll plop herself on her belly, put her head on her paws and whine. The first time she did this, I tried petting her to keep her from getting so upset that she peed, but instead of feeling like she had a nice substitute, she was annoyed. She even scooted her body away from me so that she could pout 

in peace. Harsh, right?

Now, Barley's in her last few days of in-kennel training at Chicago Canine Academy, and tonight we worked with her for about two hours. Even though she's been away from us, specifically Scott, for more than a week, she still can't get enough of him. If Scott's in the room, she's staring at him. If he moves, her eyes follow. Don't get me wrong - Barley likes it when I'm around. She's very affectionate with me, but, really, her heart belongs to Scott.

Scott says it'll take some time, but eventually she'll love us both equally. Kinda sounds like when parents say, "I love you all equally, just in different ways." 

I call bullshit. You know there's a favorite. But because she's the cutest little puppy ever, I guess I can live happily being second best. After all, my sorry butt is soooo not waking up at 3 a.m. to take her out.