Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Does the Mommy not love me any more?


Oh dear, I understand your question has been prompted by a sense of abandonment. According to Satan, The Mommy left the house ten days ago and only returned last night with a cursory glance at you. She forgot to give you breakfast this morning. She has been extolling the charms of a creature called Blake to all and sundry. She now talks excitedly to Satan about Blake’s digestive system, where before she talked excitedly to Satan about your digestive system.

Bruce, I have to tell you that a grandchild has arrived. This changes things for everyone. Your World Order, that previously placed you at the pinnacle of The Mommy’s affections, has been upset in ways that you are only beginning to comprehend. Your previous behaviour, consisting merely of sleeping and eating, will no longer secure you the undivided attention and affection formerly bestowed by The Mommy. Satan however will continue to clean up your shit.

There is a window of opportunity left to you for a few days yet because whilst Blake eats, he does not yet sleep with the dedication you bring to the art of slumber.  You are going to have to learn some new tricks. You are going to have to bring your ‘A’ game to the table. Luckily there is currently a TV programme on air called ‘Top Dog Model’, which I commend to you. There you will find extensive images of lively and winsome dogs displaying their capacity to charm people. Mark, learn and inwardly digest. It may provide a fleeting respite from the inevitable.

In the long term however you, along with Satan, are doomed to a lower rung on the ladder. Soon Blake will both eat and sleep. He will learn to walk on two legs, display a range of beguiling expressions, say funny things, listen attentively to Satan’s lectures on Art History and eventually solve quadratic equations. You cannot compete. In time, you may be permitted to amuse him, who knows? It is the best you can hope for.

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