I was surprised when Mike’s parents bought a dog four years ago.
I was disappointed when they named her Molly. (Pro Tip: Any Maggie and Molly, be they human or canine, will be called by each other’s names. This makes everyone feel bad.)
I was amused when Molly filled in for the role of First Grandchild until an actual, human grandchild (Zoe) was born.
I was delighted when Molly and Zoe fell in love.
It started when Zoe began eating people food. (Pro Tip: Baby food does not really count.) More accurately: it started when Zoe began dropping people food, either accidentally or on purpose. I’m sure many a relationship has been built on less.
Now, even though Zoe has gotten much smarter about keeping her food for herself, they are great friends. It makes sense, really. They have a lot of the same interests: treats, tennis balls, Grandma’s lap. A match made in heaven.
Being called by the dog’s name is a small price to pay for this much joy. (Pro Tip: It is still better than being called “Megan”, not because I dislike the name “Megan”, but because what it really means is, “I did not listen when you told me your name. “)