The last 8 months or so, perhaps more, since around Bill’s heart attack I have found myself in a very unlikely, awkward situation. It’s kind of crazy…okay, perhaps a lot crazy. It’s an awkward situation where I am struggling with jealousy.
Yes. Here I confess that I am jealous of a dog…our forever shedding fur ball Betty. Yes, I have considered myself to be in competition with an animal that considers day-old floor cheese an absolute delicacy. Since Buster’s death and Bill’s heart attack, she has become especially needy and needing as much attention as is humanly possible from Bill…and only Bill.
The main conflict is it might seem that she is getting virtually all of the attention…because she literally pushes her way through. It’s amazing how strong 60 pounds of slobbery, shedding fur can be when Bill comes home from work like a conquering hero. Don’t get in her way!
Ignore my warning and you will be mown down as I have been…as Daniel has…Zelda…Abby…anyone else here under The Big Top in Betty’s way.
Yeah, I am suddenly jealous of what appears to be a vixen who willingly slobbers all her attention upon my husband, distracting him as I try to tell him all about my day. I look into her bright, brown eyes and hiss back off bitch!!!
All she really wants is a belly rub.
Of course Bill obliges.
I have opposable thumbs.