Dog Butt

My dog hates me. HATES me. I'm really not sure what to do at this point. He's no longer the center of attention and well, he hates it. There's always a baby trying to feed him paper or snacks and then he's being yelled at to not eat the baby's food.... half an hour later he's being told to go pick up the crumbs with no apology for the confusion we are creating in his brain. No more food and water sitting on the floor to walk up to whenever he pleases. And of course: no more tennis ball to play with. Baby hands think bright yellow tennis balls belong to her and dog mouth doesn't know the difference between baby hands and neon fuzz. Ten hour naps? Nope. A bed? Not uh. The new royalty of the house has claimed it as her own.

He scratches and bites at his butt for hours on end until it's bright, hairless, and pink. Nerves, I'm sure. I've tried separating the two, with hopes for a break for the old man, but of course... he wants to be part of the action... just not part of the baby action and attention.

He was at Michelle's house for five days. Five days of a doggy vacation and he was brought back with a butt full of newly grown in hair.... Three days back in my home and he's bald again. Marlowe is driving him mad. And his hair everywhere... it's driving me mad. This week? He refuses to eat. Not dog food and not even human food (especially prepared for him) or scraps from my cooking... nothing except some scraps from Marlowe's highchair. He hates us all, and well, can you blame him? Poor dog.

part of the problem: 

He's a pain in my butt. And Marlowe is a pain in his butt... but what can I do.... lady baby lovessss him.

edit: I just noticed the song that happened to be playing in the background of the video and how perfectly it fit. Very nice accident.