Ok, I realize that Dudley is not biologically a son, and yes, I know that for all of his quirks, he is far from Human. But really, he is more work than Cooper and Kenny put together some days, so I have come to accept that a big piece of my daily pie is cut out for The Dog.
I haven’t written very specifically about Dudley in a while, so for my newer readers out there, he is an almost 5-year-old, 85 pound weimaraner. For those of you who know nothing about weimaraners, imagine a sleek gray Tasmanian devil who truly believes that your bed is his bed and your lap is his lap and any food left unattended for more than .5 seconds is truly his food. Kenny is mighty in love with him, and I realized today that Cooper is following fast: while he calls me, Casey and Kenny “Dada!” indiscriminately, this morning he looked at Dudley and shouted, “Dud-la!” I wasn’t buying until it ensued throughout the day – quite distinctively different from the generic “Dada” I swear, though occasionally morphing into “Dud-ee!” and “Dag-dee!” Lucky dog.
Though often very bad, Dudley tries hard to be a good boy, and is nearly always a good sport to most any game Kenny rallies him into. Today I ran upstairs to get Cooper up from his nap, and came down not three minutes later to this scene:
“Dudley’s hiding, Mama!” crowed Kenny. Indeed.
While Dudley enjoyed some relative anonymity, Kenny decided to play “painter” with Cooper, proving that Cooper, too, is game for just about anything his big brother suggests.
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4 responses to “My Three Sons”
Dudley looks so proud in the first picture! We have a 7 year old beagle, and my 14 month old keeps trying to climb on top of him, and loves to chase him around and try to catch his tail. When Tucker gets tired of being tugged at and poked at, he’ll retreat to the other room to catch up on his sleep.
I’m cracking up at the bottle of nasal spray on the floor in one of the picts. My 6 month old daughter has had nothing but sinus and ear infections for the past three months. I feel like all I do is shoot nasal spray up her nose! Poor babies!
How fun to see Cooper sitting up by himself! Seems like just yesterday you were writing about your pregnancy adventures.
Love your writing!
I’ve started reading your blog these past 6 months. I must say its very entertaining.
I have a 21 month old son and can relate to a lot of your posts.
The post today about Dudley warms my heart. I have an 85 pound Rhodesian Ridgeback who is a lot like Dudley (sleeps everywhere, eats anything on the floor). Our dog is tortured by our son but I know she loves him so much! Every kid should have a dog.
Keep up the great writing!