I can admit that of my two fur babies that my little Noodle has become my favorite, even though we have had Honey longer and have had her since she was a little itty-bitty puppy.
For the longest time, I have thought it is because Honey is the most needy, whines incessantly when she wants something, refuses to eat anything but treats, is jealous of Noodle, wakes me up at night because she is afraid of the dark.
But I realize that I would not be as irritated at Noodle for the same actions.
In fact I had little to do with Noodle up to a year ago when Sandy died.
Noodle is a rescue dog from an abusive background.
Maybe I am imagining it, but I think that Noodle and I have bonded in the last year as two hurting souls seeking comfort. Honey, through no fault of her’s, has never suffered anything except jealousy in her whole life.
