For the past month I’ve been struggling to get Sherman to eat his morning meal.
He has never been one to miss a meal so it had me a little concerned.
I say a little because he was eating his dinner with no problem and he was eating treats.
I tried all kinds of stuff, added bone broth, some dehydrated raw and I even had my husband try to feed him in the morning.
Some days he would just stare at it and then lay down. Other days he would eat it only if I hand fed it to him.
It was just odd and not like Sherman.
Last week I figured it out.
Sherman has been watching me give Leroy his medication in the morning.
Leroy gets his medication in a scoop of pumpkin.
Sherman doesn’t like pumpkin all that much and his supplements go in his food so he doesn’t get “something” before he eats in the morning.
So I started giving Sherman a scoop of pumpkin after I would give it to Leroy and he’s been eating his breakfast ever since.
I can’t help but feel bad that Sherman wasn’t eating because he wasn’t getting something like Leroy does.
And I feel even worse that it took me so long to figure it out.
While I always do my best to spread the love between the boys, I’m sensing that Sherman is feeling a little bummed out that Leroy has been getting so much special attention.
He quietly watches us take care of Leroy.
He barks at me when I help Leroy to get up, he watches Leroy go to vet appointment to vet appointment. He knows his food smells different.
The other day, as I was helping Leroy climb the stairs, Sherman walked over to the top of the stairs and laid down.
He was blocking the entire doorway and he was staring right at us.
Now, Sherman has done this before and under normal circumstances Leroy would just jump over him, but I can’t help but wonder if Sherman was trying to make Leroy’s life a little more difficult.
I had to tell him to move because Leroy and I were at the top of the stairs and if Leroy’s legs would have given out, we both were going to take a tumble. I told him in my most stern but very nice way, ‘Ya gotta move buddy” and he did, with a big sigh.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Sherman is in no way neglected. Sherman and I have our own little things that only him and I do but I’ve been feeling bad lately and I think it goes back to almost 10 years ago, when getting Leroy was being discussed.
I did not want another Newfoundland.
I wanted 1 Newfoundland in our family and I wanted to love that Newfie as much as I possibly could.
I wanted to devote the next several years to 1 Newfoundland and 2 kids.
But then, who’s going to deny their husband wanting to add another Newfie to the family?
I mean really?
The day we were set to pick Leroy up at the airport, I curled up on the floor with Sherman and sang, in tears, “You know you will always be my baby.”
I don’t know, I think I just knew that Sherman was too easy of a puppy and we wouldn’t have that luck again.
Now, let me tell you how the last 10 years have been.
Sherman has always be the quiet one. He’s always by myself, keeps to himself and asks for much.
He will protect me if need be unlike his brother who I don’t believe will. Not because he doesn’t like me but because he wouldn’t know how. I don’t Leroy has that instinct.
Example, one day the family was messing around in the front room and there was a lot of horse-play going on. Sherman doesn’t like that and he immediately wedged himself between me and the kids.
Leroy jumped on me from behind and took me down.
Sherman’s laid back personality has always but him in the underdog category but he’s not an underdog at all.
When called upon, Sherman will do what needs to be done.
His OCD doesn’t make him a likely candidate but he always delivers.
Just like when we were training the boys to pull carts. We didn’t think Sherman would be a fan because we thought he would be spooked by the cart behind him, but he did it.
Swimming, we didn’t think he would be the first and only Newf to jump in the pool, but he did it.
Chasing an opossum out of the basement, he did it and then laid on top of it.
Wearing a hat, did it.
The past few months, while Leroy has been sick, Sherman has remained by my side.
He’s always close by and only asks for a few kisses and belly rubs. He’s taken over being the first to greet me when I come home because Leroy can’t get up on his own.
Despite not being a fan of the camera, he has stepped up into the dog modeling role while Leroy is recovering.
I guess my point is this, when you’re the dog that isn’t sick it might seem like you’re not getting the attention that you deserve. It might seem like the sick dog is getting all the bonuses and it might even seem like the sick dog is more loved than you.
That couldn’t be further from the truth. The non-sick dog is greatly appreciated and loved by the dog mom. The non-sick dog is thought of all the time by the dog mom.
Dog mom worries about the non-sick dog ALL the time.
The non-sick dog will always be the dog moms baby.
Ice cream is on me this weekend.