When You Give a Dog a Carrot…

If you ever want to know how you and your spouse (or just you) will be as parents, get a dog and feed him a carrot. Neil is the stern parent. “Our children” listen to his scolding and obey his stern correction while completely ignoring all my commands. Neil is however a lot more relaxed about things that would kick my OCD into high gear. Like wet puppy feet, or cat fur in bed. So when Clive was eyeing our meatballs the other night with devout longing, Neil decided to give him a carrot. Not just a piece of carrot or a baby carrot, an ENTIRE carrot. Clive immediately seized it and dragged it to the only carpeted room of our place, the den. There he proceeded to maul it, obliterating it across the carpet in front of the TV. What do you get when you mix an orange vegetable with saliva? Orange paste. I tried to make light of my growing anxiety by photographing the event, trying to capture the thrill of his little beady eyes as he looked up between chomps to see if I was approving. Oh Clive, if you weren’t so cute…