The family has new friends. They’re great. The kids play together, the moms talk together, and it’s all good.
Except for one small thing.
Emphasis on the word “small.”
They bring this tiny little person over.
Usually he’s cute and happy, but if I bark (usually to tell the kids they’re getting too loud on the stairs), he sings. Loudly. And for a long time. I don’t know that noise, but it doesn’t sound like a song of joy.
And I get concerned when I see the Mama or the Big Sister of that family carry him around. He has four paws, he’ll do just fine on his own. So I’ll tell them “let him walk!” and they just look at me. They don’t realize how awful it feels to be carried. Humiliating and uncomfortable.
I hope I get this through to them soon so I don’t have to keep reminding them.