There. I said it.
I’m a bad dog mother.
Why? Because I have a “favorite” dog. If you only have one dog you’re not that far away from being me. Let me explain.
When we first got Chip (after many
eight but who’s counting anyway months of fighting begging, my husband finally gave in) I was over the moon. I had my own little loving furry creature. Forget that he came to us with a butchered haircut. I loved him the instant I saw him. My little $50 Craigslist find was the best investment I ever made in our marriage. Okay, that may be a gross exaggeration, but he seriously brought so much joy to our lives. Chip made us parents. PARENTS. Even it if was “just” dog parents. Whatevs.
Chip-Chip, Chupi, Chupi-chupi, Choopa-loop, Choopa-loopie…the list of loving nick names is never-ending and ever-growing. I love this dog so much it’s scary. I was utterly ridiculous and wiped his butt and wenis penis (it’s okay, you can laugh) every time he went out. Paws included. I’d like to say that I’ve gotten all of the “first-time mom” ridiculousness out of my system in time for when we have a baby of the human variety.
Proof of that was when we got Daisy. Oh Daisy, I am so sorry. I’m sure you already know, and it pains me to even write this, but I have a favorite (fur) child, and it’s not you. You are adorable in ways that Chip isn’t (and that’s a hard accomplishment), but that little chocolate chip of your brother stole my heart. I still love you and I always will, but you will always play second fiddle.
I don’t want to sound like a know-it-all, but I can already see correlations between fur siblings and future human siblings. Chip has been docile and patient with his inexperienced dog mommy; Daisy sees every opportunity to make an escape and create mischief. Isn’t that what little siblings are all about?
Which brings me to the point of this post (I have one, I promise).
Am I a bad dog mother for having a favorite dog?
More importantly, will this make me a bad HUMAN mother? Will I have a favorite kid?
Will I scar my other children for having a favorite and knowing its not them?
Are you a mom? Do you have a favorite kid? Thoughts?