Earlier this week we dropped Doodle MPB off for her training boot camp. Since then, Little MPB asks Where is Doodle MPB?? multiple times a day.
Little MPB adores his puppy, so I knew he’d miss his puppy. This is not a surprise to me. But answering the question every time he comes into the kitchen is a bit more then I expected. Literally it the first thing he asks when we come downstairs in the morning, when we get home from daycare, when we are cooking dinner, before bedtime, etc. He even goes into her x-pen and looks inside her crate to see if she’s hiding.
Every time he asks, we simply say Doodle MPB is on a vacation. She’ll be back soon.
He seems okay with this answer. In fact, he doesn’t normally ask any further questions, he just goes along with his day.
And at the same time, I have to acknowledge that in 3 days Mr. MPB has not asked once how Doodle MPB is doing. While I’ve been keeping in touch with our trainer on a daily basis, I too have to admit that I haven’t been overly concerned about her. So, clearly not everyone in the house misses her.
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Honestly, Little MPB missing his puppy is a very important reminder to me about part of why I desperately wanted a dog in our house. In addition to my own love for dogs, I desperately wanted my son to grow up with a dog. Little MPB absolutely loves dogs and I want him to know the unconditional love and companionship of a dog.
And this is why I have to make this work. Doodle MPB is a long term commitment to us, she’s a family member (albeit a dog family member, not a human one). And so, we need to keep up with the training and help her transition from a barking/howling devil dog into a nice family dog.
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We picked up Little MPB from daycare last night and noticed he had a scratch on his eye lid and some very slight swelling. No big deal. Kids get scratched, especially our kid.
On the way home, we stopped at a local playground (because nice weather means almost daily playground visits). As soon as he got out of the car and started walking towards the park we noticed a very distinct limp. So, like to crazy parents we stopped him, took off his shoes and started inspecting his legs and feet right there in the middle of the park. (Ya, we are those parents).
He looks completely fine. Not a single mark on his legs. My completely irrational and paranoid brain went straight to maybe it’s not an innocent limp, but the sign of a stroke. Before I could even verbalize that thought, my more rational brain kicked in and we started asking questions:
Adult MPBs: What did you do at school today?
Little MPB: Play.
Adult MPBs: What did you play?
Little MPB: I play Emily (his friend’s name). I play gymnastics!!
Adult MPBs: Gymnastics is on Saturdays, so I don’t think you went to Gymnastics today. Did you jump at school today?
Little MPB: No. (as he proceeded to jump, as if to show us he can jump)
Adult MPBs: Did you fall?
Little MPB: No.
Adult MPBs: Does your leg hurt?
Little MPB: Hurt here (while pointing to his elbow). KISS!!
Adult MPBs: Laughing (while giving kisses to the imaginary elbow injury)
Given the details we were able to ascertain from Little MPB, I called daycare to find out what happened. As it was near the end of the day, they actually called his teachers who had already gone home to find out and followed up with me in the evening after speaking to all the teachers after hours. In regards to the scratch, they didn’t write a incident report for the scratch because they didn’t see it happen and he didn’t cry. As for the leg, same thing except they hadn’t even noticed it. He never cried at all during the day, so they didn’t know when it happened or what happened. We all acknowledge and agree that he is active and loves to jump, so it could have just been that he jumped and landed a bit oddly. But really, we have no idea. They promised to keep an extra eye on him today and to call us if he seemed to be in pain or bothered by his leg.
This is really just another day of parenting an unbelievably active toddler who has no fear and loves to jump and climb.
The only difference this time is that we are not rushing to emergency or even to our family doctor for a limp that is clearly not causing him any pain. At least not yet…
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