My one solace in the fiasco of moving has been that I would have my dog, Toby, to soften the blow. However, the little rat has become a trader. My parents recently updated from their bird Caroline to a Yorkie named Georgia. They shouldn't buy pets, instead they should put them on a three year lease. My mom's attention span and capability to love runs out quickly with animals. None the less, Georgia now resides with us and has stolen my Toby from me. It is a battle of the women over who's man he really is. Georgia has had the trump card this entire time since she is also 4 lbs and covered in hair. Yet I have something she doesn't, opposable thumbs. To win him back I have been sneaking him lots of unhealthy table scraps and giving him extra belly rubs. Finally today my tactics have succeeded. He is once again glued to my ankles. I think he felt bad for abandoning me because during our nap today he curled up on my neck and nestled his head under mine. It was a sweet enough gesture that I am considering taking him back, but he has to work harder to regain my full trust. For now though, I am happy to have my Toby-boy once again.
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