Dogs are the pets I love to hate. I have three of the loveable little demons, and it seems as if they live to torment me as much as serve as my loyal companions. They‘re always happy to see me after a hard day’s work, showing their excitement by letting loose howls like air raid sirens to be enjoyed by my neighbors for miles around. If I’m really lucky, the little ones might even leave me a little puddle of excitement lingering on the floor. How could anyone be angry at something so happy to see you they can’t help but pee themselves right? I guess I should be grateful for the casual nod I get from my wife when I come in. If she got that excited to see me things could get messy.
My dogs don’t complain about my cooking, they will happily lap up just about anything I put down, even if it means throwing it back up on the brand new carpet later. They’ve even, on occasion, been resourceful enough to fend for themselves, enjoying the occasional bag of Skittles, a box of crayons, or even a 10lb bag of raw potatoes.
All three of my little angels follow me through the back yard, offering companionship while I dutifully clean up the poo. Then when I’m done, and all pooper scooping equipment has been put away, they will offer a colorful, crayon filled addition to the lawn, just to be sure I feel needed once again.
Ah yes, my loving companions, what would I do without them. They give me purpose, empty my wallet, and make sure I wake to the smell of dog breath at the crack of dawn. I can’t imagine my life without them… But I can dream
What kind of love hate relationships do you have with your pets? Let me know I love to hear em.