Sometimes I think my husband loves this little beast more than he does me or any of our daughters. Why? Because she loves him with a selfless devotion that would be sickening in a human being, and obeys him instantly and without fail. The dog is indifferent to me, and obeys me about as well as Eric Cartman obeys any authority figure. Dogs aren’t stupid; they know who really cares about them and who doesn’t, and this canine has got my number.
Don’t think I’m an animal hater. I’m not, really. Before the maddening Kona — and more importantly, before children — we had another Cairn terrier, the late and greatly lamented Tuffy. When you don’t have children, your pets can take on an importance which, once you do have children, seems ludicrous in hindsight. I still like dogs, and I even like my dog, though I’d like her a little better if she minded me and wasn’t quite so shameless in her preference for Dad.