Someone got a new collar.
And someone very much hates it.
Meet: Kevin Fadel. He’s dreamy, he’s rather fat and wrinkly, but he is a studly and delightful addition to our family. And, contrary to looking perpetually sad at all times— though he was not actually very thrilled with me in these photos— he’s actually quite the spunky, spirited pup. Especially around mealtimes or when you scratch behind both ears at the same time. Grunts and sounds exit his snout that make me feel borderline inappropriate.
I talk to him in a voice I don’t recognize. I didn’t even do that with my children when they were little and, in fact, I judge people who do the baby talk. I’m not sure what comes over me— I just want to eat his scrunchy, old man face. I swear, the second I get near him, all good sense leaves my body and— BAM— there I am laying on the ground speaking in a grumbled, weird octave to a dog whose face would imply that he is not all that impressed. Personally, I find his reaction and lack of enthusiasm for my lapse in sanity to be a little rude but he’s still young so his manners will develop with time. He will love me. And his collar. And my weird Dog Mom voice, too.