As a dog-owner sometimes I feel like I can never please the darn animals. I take them with me on errands = they pout and scratch at my car windows like I should be ASHAMED to leave them in the car.
I leave them in the backyard so they can play and frolic instead of being cramped in my office
all day long with no fresh air = they attack me when I get home and act like I left them on their own for a year.
When they do come with me to the office (which they should realize is a real treat and novelty, there aren't many jobs that allow this) they stare at me and will me to let them outside, insisting they deserve to be anywhere but here under this desk!
As I speak they are now in the backyard of the office, making pitiful little half yelps like I have deserted them in the 7th level of Hell. It's a BEAUTIFUL day for crying out loud - PLAY!
Can I ever win with these 3 little dudes?
I have decided - no. My conclusion = I'm the "not fun parent." I am "fun on weekends and evenings" mom, because at those times I can walk, run and hike with them, but during the day - my job is just not as exciting as Dad's job. When Peter goes to work they go on trail rides, herd horses, eat cow poop, chase cats, geese, be as loud as they want, and chase wild critters ..... When will Peter be back we all four ask????
I digress, this guilt-ridden train of thought started because I was going to describe my Wednesday and Thursday.
I had an all day meeting in Helena on Thursday so I went to the Howell's house Wednesday night - this way I could stay the night there and be 1 hour closer to Helena the next morning, AND my beloved 4-legged friends would be able to pounce, run and enjoy the fresh air of the Howell's house all day Thursday. Then I could distract myself and not be alone for one more night and hang out with
the family.
We all had a marvelous time. As usual, John and Jo cooked an amazing meal. Wednesday night dinner at their house is lamb chops cooked to perfections, asparagus with homemade hollandaise sauce, sweet potatoes, wine, and homemade pumkin pie with fresh whipped cream. That is just dinner! Thursday their neighbor and friend took us out for dinner at The Mint... yum. 2 Martini's later =
My 2-night stay has delivered me back in Livingston 5 pounds heavier!
I did enjoy two beautiful mornings of sitting in the hottub with Joellyn, discussing family, friends, and jobs.
The dogs were pleased to be back in a "real" dog setting and of course, enjoyed many, many dog treats.
Just got word that Peter will be out of elk camp tonight... He will be staying in Ennis tonight, and Laurie and I will be driving down in the morning to meet them, ride horses, and enjoy a Saturday in Montana.
T.G.I.F!
3 comments:
TOTALLY know how you feel. If my dogs don't run 3 miles, go to Pet Co, ride around with me all day, go to a jobsite with Josh, trip to the dog park, and get a jar of peanut butter it's been a horrible day for them!!!! I guess all we can do is keep trying.
mic
i feel your pain too. cali has the hardest life ever. constant love and attention and yet...that is NOT enough. :) she has learned to talk and will "whine" at us for even more attention. here's to hoping that baby boy is easier to please. :)
glad to know other's children are as high maintenance as mine! Lauren I am crossing my fingers for better or equal luck with your baby boy too- however, I keep hearing something about "just wait till you have kids...?" I hope they are ALL lying!
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