Saturday we drove six hours to Phoenix to make the trade off with my brother, only to turn around and drive straight back. As soon as we walked into his hotel room, Sarah immediately flocked to Adam. She dug her snout into his legs, and batted her “Please Pet Me” brown eyes, and Adam fell in love with her. Just as I knew he would.
The love Sarah has for Adam is just a bit like hero worship. Sarah follows him around the house (in the few moments when she is not sleeping), and goes straight to HIM when I call her. Seemingly she has chosen him as her favorite. I tell her all the time that she is being a traitor, that he didn't really want her in the beginning, and that he called her FAT. FAT! Sarah do you know what that means? That means he thinks your butt is wide enough to support an entire civilization! But those hard, cold facts do not seem to dissuade her. I even have photographic proof!
I'm just joking around; he is not really her favorite. Sarah doesn’t see him as much as she sees me, so she is just excited when he is home. She gives me lots of love, and allows me to pretend I'm talking to her when I'm really just talking to myself. Amazingly, she doesn't give me any funny looks when I'm having a very heated debate with myself over which of the two Coreys were cuter (a debate that will never end).
So in the mornings when Adam's alarm goes off and Sarah comes trekking into the bedroom and gets excited to see him up and about, and repeatedly thumps, thumps, thumps, me in the face with her tail, I refuse to see that as anything other than love taps.