8/22/10

Dog Days

Mouse the dog is living with us this week while my inlaws are out of town. She's been good, mostly. The funny thing is, I keep slipping and almost calling her "Finn" -- but only when I'm about to reprimand her. "No jumping, Finn...Mouse!" And so on.

I remember doing the same thing when Phoebe was first born. The only time I called my new baby "Mallory" was when I was at the end of my rope. "Please go to sleep, Mal...Phoebe." And so on.

I'm not sure what that means, really. I will say that I miss Finn, and when I see the girls walking off into the school building together I miss my babies. But I'm also very glad to live most of the time in a dogless, babyless house.

2 comments:

aimee said...

I do that all the time with Rhett and Noah. I feel bad doing it but I can't seem to stop myself.

Chris said...

Amen to that...Mouse is a sweet dog, but I'm glad she lives at my folk's house.