No sooner had we closed our eyes than Gus released the first in a six-month-long miniseries of excruciating soul-shattering wails. And in that moment, life as our dog knew it changed forever.
Sean, who had until then been the baby of our family, leaped onto our bed and stared, head cocked terribly to one side, at our shrieking five-pound sack of fists and fury.
With a horrified yelp, he tore into the family room and ran high-speed circles around our coffee table like a circus act gone wrong.Then for the grand finale, he heaved a stream of orange bile onto our Crate & Barrel throw rug.
Larry turned to me. "Do you think he likes the new baby?"
Today Sean is mostly tolerant of the boys, though I wouldn't say he's exactly fond of them. They are, after all, extremely loud. They are sudden and unpredictable in their movements. And they make him wear weird hats.
Which is why I too am trying to be tolerant ... as Sean enters the next phase in his growth and development.