In one corner my 2 year old son. In the other corner my 5 pound Pomeranian. This scene plays out everyday in our Casa. It got out of control recently and I pulled out my iphone to document it. And my husband put together this little video.
Enjoy the show!
PS… My money is on Bubbies.
***addendum******* There are some animal lovers who feel that my Pomeranian is being abused and that I’m putting my child in danger (see comments). I want readers of “Tara’s Take” to know that Bubbies (our pom) and Sammy (our son) are BFFS who like to play together. Yes, PLAY together. That is what I shot with my iphone… about 2 minutes of them playing Sunday afternoon. No one was ever in danger. And Nor would I EVER intentionally put either my child or my doggie in harms way.
My husband is an awesome editor… he made the less than 2 minutes of video look like it was an hours worth. He’s Crafty.
My two year old is obsessed with our a$$holes. I mean obsessed. But not in a good way. He especially likes to bully our slow on the take Pom, aka Bubbies. Our boy is kind of like the asshole fat kid from your elementary school days who liked to sit on kids during a fight. Notice his signature head move when the action starts.
That picture made you smile, right? This lil’ guy is one of our a$$holes. His name is Tiny Bubbles. Or “Bubbies” if you are in the know. Bubs and Wiener (our dachshund) use to be the top men in my life before the Savages came along. I use to be that gal who dressed her dogs in tshirts and stuffed them in her purse.
Bubbies is retarded, or addled as my mother in law describes him. It’s not his fault. Shortly after I rescued Bubs, he was almost murdered, I mean trampled by my husband’s 85 pound dog (RIP Big Cosmo).
While Bubbies was on life support, I sang the song “Tiny Bubbles” (from the Lawrence Welk Show) to him. I like to think it saved his life. That smile has saved mine more than once.