Pets

Calder loves our animals.  Every time he sees one of the boys (our cats, Charles and Lawrence), he tries to lay his head on their bellies and rolls on the floor beside them.  This morning, he actually laid on Charles for at least 30 seconds.  In Calder's world, that is almost forever.  In my world, I didn't even have time to grab the camera and catch it on film.  This is all I got (below).


The boys actually have some genuine affection for Calder (I think, anyway).  They tolerate his tail pulling and walk by him, rubbing up against him waiting for a pet.  They let him fall all over them when they lay on our bed and, of course, hover around his high chair when he eats.

Our dog, Cleo, is another story.  Calder loves her as well, but I don't think the affection goes both ways... unless food is involved.  If Cleo is laying on the couch and Calder comes over to pet her, she growls.  (Luke is pulling Cleo back in the last shot, because she started growling)


Now, if Calder is holding food in his hand when he comes over, we have an entirely different dog.  Cleo is patient, kind, and gentle, just provided Calder has the smallest morsel of food in his hand.  Cleo does not tolerate Calder trying to lay on her, or grab on to her stubby tail.

Calder is OBSESSED with Cleo's food dish.  It is stainless steel and I don't know if it is the fact that it is off limits, or the great sound it makes when he bangs it, but he refuses to leave it alone.  Needless to say we have a daily battle with Calder surrounding this dish.  Usually, it is an hourly battle, and most evenings we have to drag him away from it at least a dozen times, until we choose to quit battling for the day and place the dish on the table.

Yesterday, Hugh and I were standing in the kitchen and he says "don't be mad, but look at your son."  I turned around and not only was Calder at Cleo's dish while she was eating (which is a serious NO NO), he is picking her food out of her dish and feeding it to her.  Cleo was standing back from her bowl, waiting for Calder to hand her the next piece.  Hugh and I held back our laughs and told him for the 19th time that day, "find somewhere else to play."

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