No two ways about it. I’m a Momma’s girl.
Daddy is ok. Maybe one grade up from ok. But he’s a guy and as all of us girls know, sometimes guys just don’t get it.
Take snack distribution as an example. Momma is highly cognizant of snack context. She matches my snacks with what’s happening in the moment. She always gives me the higher quality jerky snacks as an appetizer before meals. Momma knows that it is important to properly prepare the palate — especially when the main course bears the ominous label of “The Science Diet.” And she rotates the treats coming my way after any successful venture outside to do my business. Variety is the spice of life.
Daddy just tosses a Crunchy at me as an all-purpose solution.
Don’t get me wrong. A Crunchy is a great snack and I am partial to both the peanut butter and mixed berry varieties. My complaint is that Daddy puts no thought into the selection.
I also prefer to stretch out close to Momma’s chair at meal times. Daddy is pretty focused on eating, whereas Momma is often leaning over to see how I’m doing and saying sweet things to me. And, occasionally Momma will slip me a little something from her plate. I suppose that Daddy might if his food didn’t disappear so quickly. It would almost be magical if there weren’t so many gulping noises.
Momma stays up a little later at night. Daddy just goes to bed. But since I’m a Momma’s girl, I do my best to keep an eye on her until she’s asleep. I can’t even count the number of episodes of “Family Feud” I’ve viewed through half-closed eyes.
Even though I love Daddy, I find it important to defy him on occasions in an effort to humble him. Like when he takes me outside to do my business. I just won’t. If she’s around, Momma will eventually follow us into the backyard to see how things are going. Daddy will tell her that I’m not going to do my business. But as soon as Momma asks, I take care of it. Daddy just shakes his head and trudges back to the house. Mom gives me a big smile and a thumbs-up.
I did ask Momma if I was hurting Daddy’s feelings by being a Momma’s girl instead of a Daddy’s girl. She hugged me and told me not to worry. She assured me that Daddy loves me just the way I am. And because of that, I’m a Momma’s girl who thinks pretty highly of her Daddy.
I don’t know if it’s because I sat in the back seat with Dolly as we drove her home from the Richardson Rescue Shelter while Robert was way up in front driving-or what it is-but Dolly is a Momma’s girl, too;)
Joey, it's a conspiracy. The girls are scheming and stacking the deck against you. Oh, well, it's okay. As long as they "throw you a bone" every now and then.