The poor dog has, or so we all agree, finally submitted to her role on the bottom rung of the family hierarchy. After nearly fifteen months of having a third person tromping around the house, first as a babe-in-arms consuming the attentions of her masters and now as a bossy little bag of trouble herself, Sparkle seems resigned to the state of her domesticated lot in life.
And yes, it has taken some work.
But the gist of the effort boils down to a plethora of observed interactions between dog and child that strengthen the resolve of we parents who have spent a great many months in patient training, two steps forward and one back, to eventually reach the seeming equilibrium that is now.
Sparkle, we think, has so patiently submitted if for no other reason than Claire has become a ready source of snacks. On any given day– from Claire hauling about her snack cup, dropping bits of dinner from her chair, lugging a box of cereal from the pantry, or gleefully enjoying a cookie from the comfort of Sparkle’s bed — there is food to be found in the wake of the little girl, who is now a head taller than her puppy.
We think she even said “Sparkle” the other day, the word gushing out of her mouth in that ever-wondering awe for which she could be trademarked: SPAH-KAH! After all, we’re pretty sure the dog has become Claire’s favorite member of the family.
Now if only she would take the dog for a walk, too.