Before The Munch, my dog Mona was my baby. She was my little boodgies. Now Mona has to deal with me forgetting her outside while I go nap the baby, getting irrationally annoyed if wakes up the baby, and never allowing her to eat the baby’s poopie diapers.
Where at first, The Munch did not acknowledge Mona, now I would say she is pretty much obsessed with her. Mona must seem like a 2.0 version of her stuffed animals. She is always watching her, laughing at her, and breathing heavy when Mona does something exciting like scratch her ear.
The problem with this relationship, is that The Munch isn’t exactly gentle, or even coordinated for that matter. I watch her try and pet Mona, and she usually just ends up grabbing a fist full of skin and fur. So far, Mona has yet to retaliate, but she does give me a look like “WTF! Can you control this thing?”
But it is sooooo cute, and I can’t help but putting Munchee next to Mona and watching them interact! I thought my pleasure outweighed Mona’s discomfort until recently my friends…
So picture this. I have The Munch lying on a blanket as I am doing yoga. She is in a nice sunny spot, so Mona comes and lies next to The Munch. I am thinking to myself “Awwwwww adorable. This is a precious moment.” And it was… until… until. You see The Munch was petting Mona’s butt in her awkward Munchee way… and then it happened. I guess I can’t blame The Munch. It is like a little puckered bulls eye mocking you for attention. Point is… The Munch took her little pointer Munchee finger, and… and… and… stuck it right in Mona’s asshole. Sigh.