I knew that this day would come- rather I hoped it would come. Although I must admit I had mixed emotions about the day my REAL baby would take precedence over my dog baby. I didn’t fully believe it was going to happen. I mean for almost four years this Chihuahua was my life.
She went with me everywhere! She came to the studio of my morning radio show almost everyday, social gatherings, business trips, comedy gigs etc… Hell, her first night home she came with me to a New Year’s Eve party.
This dog has been flying on planes since she was 4 months old; AND she is the subject of an amazing children’s book that will hopefully be published within the next year. Everyone who knows her loves her (She literally has 100+ Friends on her Facebook Page- yes, her Facebook- not her Dogbook!)She even has her own hit video on YouTube.
Most of my friends expect her to be in tow when I travel or visit their home or apt. Because she is a civilized, well-behaved adorable creature. Of course as I type this she’s humping the $#@! out of a stuffed cat that she stole from one of my friend’s kids. Don’t judge everyone has their vices- otherwise she is the coolest Chihuahua you’d ever meet.
She doesn’t shake violently for no reason or bark at random noises like most little freaky Chihuahuas. She loves, men and children. I mean she’s that “anti-Chihuahua” Chihuahua. But as soon as I looked into the eyes of the sweet sweet creature that I gave birth to I KNEW that I would do ANYTHING for this child.
I thought I would do anything for the dog and I just about would but now it’s under the condition that it didn’t adversely affect the child.
In complete transparency (as I always provide on this blog) I have hoped and prayed for 30+ years- that I would have a baby and be a mother. I dare say that desire came LONG before my desire to be a comedian or TV and radio personality.
Like many childless women and men all throughout this great world of ours -the First World where this can happen as opposed to Third World where your pet may be dinner- my dog was my companion, my comfort…and yes, my child.
But there’s a new puppy in town Ladies and Gentlemen and the baby dog is now in the emotional dog house. I feel awful about it sometimes but I know that this is the circle of life- priorities are priorities. And my REAL baby must come first. There’s not even a question about it in my head.