As it turns out, I fell in love with her the moment my husband brought her home. She was definitely adorable. And she's really good with our daughter. (So okay, maybe she gains a brownie few points for that...) I watched how other people behave with her and tried to imitate. Kila is a little obnoxious whenever she greets someone, and it doesn't work trying to tell her to be calm. But my Mom is seriously the best with her. She gets down on the floor and lets Kila jump into her arms, lick her face, spazz out for a few minutes, all while she revs the dog up with cute, excited puppy talk. Not even 30 seconds later, Kila is calm and off to chew on her bone. "Thank you for loving me!" she seems to say. My dad's a little different; I'm not sure if he even knows her name, to be honest. He has called her "Skippy" from day one. But she listens to him.
So I tried to be like other people...be all excited to see the puppy and act really fun. I did, seriously, try. One thing we agreed on when we decided to bring a dog into our family, was that the dog would be everyone's. Not my husband's, not my daughter's, not mine - but everyone's. And it's good that the training/discipline/cuddles are spread out...because she's a challenge. Don't get me wrong...she can be really cute sometimes. But...she drives us crazy.
|Here, I captured the craziness of her game: get the ping pong ball IN the couch,|
and then make a fool of yourself trying to get it OUT.
So there it is. I'll admit it - she drives me crazy! Some people openly admit they don't like kids and would never want one. Honestly, give me another child any day. I love and want to take care of Little Olive - it's just natural for me. Whatever she does, I can forgive her. Like today...she followed me into the bathroom and, without any warning, happily tossed my iPod into the toilet. Had it been the puppy, I would have chased her around the house with a clothes basket and made her sit under it for a little while and think about what she'd just done. (No, I have never done that...)
But in my shocked state, I just stood there. And before I could say anything, Little Olive beat me to it by pointing and saying, "No, no!" She's got that down. She knows what she did. But now she needs to learn how to read. Those signs on the door are there for a reason!