Hi, My Name is Button’s Mom, What’s Yours?
You know how you have a kid, and then suddenly nobody in the world has any interest in YOU anymore - it’s all about the kid. It’s not “When are we going to see you guys,” it’s “When is Button coming to visit?” - to which the reply is “When she’s old enough to drive herself. Why don’t you ask HER?”
Well, it appears that the knife twists even deeper. Yes, folks, we are now second-class citizens to the DOG.
“I’d like to check on boarding availability for our dog for next weekend.”
“OK, what’s the last name please?”
“[last name]”
“OOH, we get to see HASTINGS????”
“Yeah, um, that was pretty good. You know him by name?”
“EVERYBODY knows HASTINGS!”
OK, then. Our dog is a super-stud and our baby is the world’s cutest munchkin.
I guess we’ll just have to get used to our roll as the “accessories” of the family. The “accessories” who feed and clothe these attention-sucking little mongrels.
But I’m not jealous.
