Well, After having the gauntlet thrown down last week, Great Grandpa Abe came to visit. We tried to go for a walk, but turned right around, ’cause it’s decided to actually be winter in NYC. So instead it was coffee, some pastries from Silver Moon Bakery, and a trip around the world with the awesome Google Earth. It was super fun.
When I started my official maternity leave a few weeks ago, Hollis was beside himself with joy. He would zip around the apartment his tail held up high, leading me around on our walks. Finally, FINALLY no one would ever leave him home alone ever again. You could watch his doggy brain struggle to process the beauty of his situation.
And then Jack came home.
Hollis quickly realized I was not staying home to take care of him, no, I was staying home to tend to the brand new alpha dog. This change in hierarchy did not go over well.
I started to worry about Hollis. He was depressed, and a sad beagle, ack it’s just too much for the heart to take. I was beginning to wonder if he would ever snap out of it.
Until today…
That’s Hollis in the bassinet of Jack’s Stroller. And no. I did not put him in there.