My name is Alfonso and I have a story to tell. When I was a puppy, my mummy would carry me around everywhere and it made me feel important. She gave me lots of cuddles, walks and attention. I was her fluffy baby and no one could come between us.
I lived like a king, I could go into any room I wanted to. I was the most popular person you’ve ever met, everyone in our locality knows my name.
I got away with mischief and was always the center of attention when we had visitors.
Everyone would tell me how cute I am (pretty obvious, I know).
Then something weird happened, mummy started crying with happiness after she did a wee on a stick. I wee on sticks all the time… what’s was the big deal? I’ll never know. Humans are weird.
Slowly, she started putting on weight. It’s not very fair, I wish I was allowed to eat as much as she did. I didn’t mind though, she became much cosier to sleep on.
Then her weight gain got out of control, she got so fat, she had to leave. I’m guessing she couldn’t fit through the front door anymore, so she had to live somewhere else until she lost some weight.
I didn’t know what as going on.
I was well looked after and still got all my walks and treats, but I did miss the constant attention from my mummy.
When she came back I was so excited! Moments later, my world crashed down when I realised she was carrying and cuddling a new baby… how could she do this to me?
She said she expected me to be constantly trying to play with the new baby because I am usually so fond of babies, but I couldn’t even look at him!
Several dark days followed, she tried to talk to me but I didn’t want to talk to her.
I wasn’t allowed in the bedroom anymore, and there were loads of new toys I wasn’t allowed to play with. Even my daddy didn’t have as much time for me. We would go out for walks together, but the new baby had to come too…
Visitors wanted to see the new baby and tell the new baby how cute he is, instead of me.
Who could overlook this beautiful face?
After a couple of weeks, the new baby wanting to talk to me.
He is a bit slow, can’t even walk yet (I could walk since I was two weeks old). I don’t know what his excuse is, just not as talented as me I guess. We can’t all be as fabulous as Alfonso. So I gave him a chance.
He’s not so bad I guess, the new baby has slowly grown on me. I’ve even started to feel a bit protective over him. I will have to admit, he is quite cute. Not wrinkly enough, in my humble opinion, but a member of the pack nonetheless.
The new baby likes me and that is starting to become the only thing that matters. He is always reaching out towards me, smiling and even barks when he can’t see me.
Someone thinks I am the cutest in the family again, finally!
It took me a while to get used to the idea of being a big brother, and we are still not allowed to play with each other as much as we’d like (I didn’t want to have to bring it up again but, he still can’t walk).
I am now happy to share the role of cutest in the family and be baby’s first friend.
Baby’s First Friend: Episode 2