STORY STARTER
Submitted by Ed Rowe
Write from the perspective of a family puppy adapting to a newborn baby coming home for the first time.
A New Chapter in Our Family
I remember the days when I’d watch with quiet curiosity as Mum’s belly grew round and full, a wondrous secret that hinted at something new. My keen puppy eyes would follow her slow, gentle steps, my tail wagging with anticipation as she prepared for the arrival of a tiny, mysterious human. The aroma that drifted about was different from the usual household smells—a blend of soft lotions and a hint of something sweetly unfamiliar that tickled my sensitive nose.
Then, one blissful day, the house was filled with a mix of excitement and gentle commotion. I trotted alongside my family as they brought the newborn baby home for the very first time. My heart beat faster as I inhaled the new scent that clung to every corner—a delicate, comforting odour that spoke of warmth and care. I circled around cautiously, trying to adjust my curious nose to this new friend, feeling that perhaps, like me, the baby was meant to be part of our joyful pack.
Every day since, I’ve followed our family’s little rituals with my own canine interpretation. I watch, fascinated, as Mum and Dad carefully change nappies—a process filled with soft murmurings and careful handling that I find both perplexing and endearing. When the baby sleeps, I settle quietly by the crib, ever the vigilant guardian, ensuring that no stray sound disrupts those precious, quiet moments of rest. There is a soothing rhythm in the everyday routines, a chorus of love that I can almost taste with every wag of my tail.
I also try my best to share in the fun. I nudge my favourite toy towards the baby and offer gentle cuddles, hoping that in time we will play games that only the language of warmth and affection can understand. In such moments, the house feels even more like a family—a place where every sound, every touch, and every playful bark deepens the tapestry of our shared life.
With each day, I learn a little more about this new, tender being, and my little heart swells with the same gentle love I saw in Mum all those months ago. In our home, under the watchful eyes of an ever-curious puppy, life has taken on new meaning—a celebration of beginnings and the deep, abiding bonds of family.