27 October 2005
(James and Vito are caught - in flagrante delicto - on the living room floor)
If you've been to our home, or even been within earshot of James, you know all about his contempt for Vito. It's an ill will he's all too enthusiastic to vent about and he is opportunistic and unyielding in his scorn. Even an offhanded "Vito's so cute" from a passerby will bring on an unwarranted, "You want him? Take him!" When not yelling at him, James addresses Vito as "pain in the ass" and "worst dog ever." I know James gets frustrated sometimes as he never signed up for a Diva Pug. Vito is as tough as he is tubby and loveable. He scratches at the fridge if there is leftover chicken inside, he whines incessantly and has a 100-decibel snore that rivals a mid-sized ride-on lawnmower.
(photo: "Bring it on, ottoman.")
It is a well known fact that the opposite of love is not hate -- it's indifference. And James is anything but indifferent toward Vito. One night last year, I returned home from a dinner out to find sliced bananas (unpoisoned) in Vito's food dish. Vito loves bananas and I did not put them there. The other night, I caught them lying together on the living room floor watching Monday night football. Vito was snoring loudly and his massive head was nestled against James' side. Unfortunately, while grabbing my camera, I woke up Vito and ruined the shot, but you get the gist.