frankenstein

Frankie is who I feel bad for these days. Frankie's our super chubby (a nice word for it) Chihuahua-Terrier mix that we've had since 2003. Before our baby came, he was our baby. I hoped that he would stay our baby, and be like an older sibling to Charlotte (I know, sounds crazy), but my relationship with him has definitely changed. I still try and give him attention and baby him some like I did before, but Charlotte takes up most of my time and I'm trying to keep Frankie away from her for now, and so his position is more like that of a traditional dog lately.

It's been a transition. We didn't have the baby and start ignoring him. A couple of years ago, knowing that a baby was on the horizon, we got him his own bed and got him out of ours. While I was pregnant, we got a new couch and decided to keep him off of it since the baby would be laying on it (He still has the armchair, which is all his.). I also got so big toward the end that I couldn't have him on my lap, and that continued after the baby was born, too.

I know that things will get easier as the baby gets older. I'm hoping Frankie accepts her as part of the family and that they can play together. But I have my doubts. He's taken to growling at her when he hears her now. He's always been a grump and hated little children. But somehow, I thought he'd be different with ours. We'll see.