Out of all of our kids, Lobo is the most sensitive, talkative, and he lets us know, through body language and sounds, what he wants and needs. This is largely due to his disabilities and not being able to keep up with his brother and sister. It's almost as if he fears he'll be left out or unheard. Although he's never left out and his needs and wants are always met, and than some, there's still a part of him that fears that won't always be the case.
It breaks my heart because I know that has a lot to do with what he went through prior to being rescued.
Lobo loves pumpkin. I swear when I say the word "pumpkin" he knows exactly what I'm talking about. The other day, when Lisa bought a can of pumpkin for Coco's homemade pumpkin Gotcha Day cupcakes that'll I'll be making on Friday, he knew. Pumpkin was in the house.
He wanted pumpkin cupcakes now. Right. Now. I had to explain that he'd have to wait until Friday. His response? Refer to the above photo. He buried his head in the blankets and wouldn't look at me, or acknowledge my existence, for about 2 hours.
When I tried to console his disappointment, and kiss the top of his head, he made "that noise" to let me know he wanted nothing to do with me.
I felt like the shittiest Dog Mom ever.
However, today I was baking biscuit love. And, Lobo loves our homemade dog treats...especially when they're still a little warm and soft.
I got down on my hands and knees. Fresh baked slightly-warm-and-soft biscuit in hand.
He looked up.
I could tell he was having a hard time resisting.
His stubborn nature didn't last too long.
"Okay, Mommy. I can wait until Friday for homemade pumpkin cupcakes."
Once Lobo was done eating his biscuit, he gave me a juicy kiss.
All. Was. Well. Again.
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