Lee is afraid of dogs. This started when she was about 18 months old and was knocked over by the tail of a golden retriever the size of a large pony. Her fear has gone up and down since then, but she's never gotten to the point of really enjoying dogs.
Today she asked me "Mommy, do they have a dog next door?" When I said asked her why she was asking, she said "I need to know for safety reasons. When you and Daddy die and Clara and I are here alone, I'll need to know if there's a dog next door." Ok, this was disturbing on more than one level, but let's just leave it at the dog for now.
This afternoon we ran into Muffin, a little lap dog that lives next door. Lee got very nervous about her. Later I said "Lee, how can you be scared of a dog that is so much smaller than you?" She responded "Mommy, I don't like her because she's jumpy. I like that she's teeny, and I like that she's very very soft, but I don't like that she's so jumpy!"
A bit further on our walk she was talking about going to school, and she said that next year when she was five she was going to be much braver. "And Mommy, when I'm grown up, I could even get a dog." Wow, that's brave.
No comments:
Post a Comment