The Favorite Child

It all started when I was two.  The family decided to get a new puppy.  (I would have been much happier with a kitten).  We got a little toy poodle.  Since my brother liked "The Incredibles" so much, the puppy was named Dash.  We had had Dash for only a day when troubles came.  I accidentally ran over and broke Dash's foot with a toy shopping cart.  Some people think it was on purpose.  I don't blame them.  Throughout the many years,  I have questioned if my mom loves Dash more than she loved me.  Her answer was always, of course, no.  Although I did not always believe her.  I have witnessed Dash and my mom, MY OWN MOTHER, taking naps together.  WHAT?  This Summer, Dash will turn 13 and I will be 14.  To this day, I still don't know who my mom loves more. 

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