We had dinner at my in-laws last night ... as we do most Sunday nights. But, it was our first time out there since the baby was born. They've been gracious enough to come to us these past few weeks.
It was nice seeing the cats, who are thoroughly enjoying their vacation home. The Targo and I were curious too to see how the dogs would react to the baby.
Honey, the fluffy terrier, wanted to sit on my lap and loved to lick Nathan's head. Neither of these reactions surprised me. Honey was exceptionally bitter when she could no longer fit on my lap while I was pregnant.
Brutus ... oh, Brutus ...
In this corner, weighing in at 135 lbs, Brutus the Bullmastiff.
And wearing the footie pajamas, weighing a robust 8 lbs. 0 ounces, Nathan the Baby.
Really, I'm not sure why a gigantor dog would be afraid of this little guy, but as soon as Brutus saw Nathan, he backed away. The Targo followed the traumatized dog around for a minute, thinking it would just take him a second to warm up to the baby. Instead, Brutus found a corner in which to hide his head. WTH?
We shouldn't be shocked by Brutus' wussiness: He is Alpha to no one. In fact, he's terrified of Mystic --- all 8 lbs of her de-clawed self.