Today’s Friday Challenge comes from Mr. CL, who is besotted with our Golden Retriever puppy, Monty. I am less enchanted. Especially at 3 a.m. when he climbs in the bed to deposit a slimy chew toy on my head.
Mr. CL wants to know if a pet helped you get through D-Day and beyond. Was it the cuddles? The routine of caregiving? The crying snot absorption of dog fur?
Personally, for me, caring for a child was enough routine and caregiving to distract me. But Mr. CL had his faithful Schnauzer Casper. I salute Casper for being a good friend in a time of need.
I gotta say though, Casper was the grouchiest dog that ever lived.
I just said this to Mr. CL and he replied: “He was honest!”
“If he was having a bad day, he was grouchy! He never deceived me. He was totally himself.”
Okay, I remember a stolen turkey carcass, which I think counts as deception. But I confess I was blind to Casper’s charms. He growled at anyone in the kitchen who got near the treat jar. All hugs had to include him. And he had zero desire to please. Not a single codependent bone in his dog body.
“But he was companionable! He would hang out with you! He didn’t make up reasons to not like you. If you didn’t throw the frisbee, he would poop on the rose bushes. No gaslighting! He didn’t sneak off to a separate family.”
(cough… spackle… cough…)
So, your Friday Challenge: How is/was your pet better than your ex? And how did they help you get through D-day and beyond?
And if you don’t have a pet, I have a spazzy Golden Retriever I can send you.
What I meant to write was, if you don’t have a pet, feel free to substitute anything else and why it’s better than your cheating ex.
P.S. I’ll post poetry winners this weekend. Thanks for your patience!