Today's Grommet is Slurpabowls, portable containers for your pet's food or water. We get how important pets are to so very many people, so we invited Amanda to talk to us about her relationship with her pet, Rolo. I think many of us can relate...
By Amanda of Kickyboots
I kind of hate my dog right now.
Don’t call PETA. There’s still kibble in his bowl and water in his dish, but I think Rolo and I need to go to counseling or something. It’s not him, it’s me.
It wasn’t always like this. I used to be one of them: an owner who let her dog sleep in bed with her, dressed him in funny doggy t-shirts, bought him special treats and took him everywhere with her.
Then something happened. I had a baby. My dog, who had previously been my baby, transformed overnight into just a dog.
Now we’ve got two daughters and somewhere along the line, this poor dog became nothing more than another creature that needed something from me. There would be nights when I had been up four times with a ravenous newborn and just as I would settle in for my blissful 3 am nap, Rolo would start whining to go out for a pee. And it enraged me! Dumb DOG!
Just like when a relationship begins to grow stale, the best thing for the parties to do is remember what brought them together in the first place, why they fell in love, rekindle the flame.
I need to do that with Rolo. He’s worth it.
When I first brought him home, he slept on my chest all day and I marvelled at his every little breath, the curve of his furry eyelashes, his soft warmth. I relished teaching him tricks; I cuddled with him in the evenings. He’s a great dog, loyal to the end, great with our kids.
Tonight I’m going to pat his head, remember the puppy love we shared, and fight the urge to punt him across the bedroom if he whines to be let out at midnight.