I have a feeling Sabrina will grasp the “Big brother is watching you” concept long before she reads Orwell’s 1984. She has a constant companion. The first few days home Isaiah, our famed Jack Russell Terrier, ignored all of his usual obsessions (UPS man, USPS man, and Loud Motorcycle Man) to spend every moment on “Sabrina Watch.” It was as if she was some 6-year-old flying over Colorado in a Helium balloon. Sorry Falcon. Like the paparazzi following Suri Cruise he was always trying to catch a glimpse of her, see what she was doing, elicit a response by whining and badgering, and sniff her dirty diapers. OK, hopefully even the paparazzi don’t stoop that far.
We are excited that the first three days of novelty have worn off somewhat. At first I was worried that Isaiah would be upset that Sabrina was born with opposable thumbs, something he has always wanted. Maybe he hasn’t noticed, or perhaps he has finally come to grips with the fact that he is not totally human.
This week he has graduated from “obsessed” to “keenly interested.” He watches Sabrina eat, sniffs everything she touches, and listens intently for her first waking sounds (Why did we buy that baby monitor anyway?). When we walk together, Isaiah flanks the stroller like an over zealous secret service agent expecting her enemy (or maybe a crazy squirrel) to jump out at any moment. Seriously though, he likes her a lot. He has adjusted to her routine and although he is always “aware” of our movements during the mid-night feedings, lately he has decided to monitor the situation from the comfort of his bed.
Sabrina is too busy trying to become aware of her own arms to decide what she thinks about Isaiah, but if you know him, you know that he is impossible not to love as long as you visit longer than 15 minutes. Soon they will be best friends, of this we are sure. Until then, Big Brother is watching, Little Sis is doing what she does… And we are loving them both.








