Roll your eyes if you must, but (as you know) I consider my dogs my kids.
But lately, I feel more like I’m raising teenagers. Yes, 4-legged teenagers.
Case in point:
That’s Ryder, riding shotgun in my car.
Remember those teenage years of riding in silence with your parents because you were too cool to talk?
Doesn’t it look like she’s pulling that attitude with me? “Yeah, mama. Whatever.”
Meanwhile, Sethy just sleeps in the backseat, basically telling everyone to leave him alone.
“Leave me alone.” Remember that one from teenagehood?
Speaking of sleeping, my kids are champs at that.
Again, case in point:
That’s Seth sleeping, one of his favorite things to do. He loves to sleep in the car. On his dog beds. On the deck outside.
But despite my pleading, he doesn’t like sleeping on the couch next to mama. No matter how many times I invite him up next to me, he kind of looks at me like, “Um, nah…” and then goes off to sleep somewhere else.
Meanwhile, if I’m on the couch downstairs, Ryder is usually up in our bedroom, snoring away on the bed.
Let’s see… who else likes to be alone in their rooms? Oh, yes. Teenagers!
And finally, when it comes to eating, my pups aren’t exactly patient. Like teenagers, when hunger calls, all else must stop and mama must deliver.
The other day I was preparing breakfast for the kids, and as usual, they sat and watched me.
I got sidetracked for a second and had stop the food prep for a minute. Ryder let out a big sigh (and I swear I saw her roll her eyes) and left the room, like, “How dare you delay my breakfast!”
Of course, I’m sure I don’t help the situation, as I’m a total sucker when it comes to their puppy dog eyes.
Like any parent, I always try to do what’s best for my kids. Acting like teenagers or not, they are my babies and my very best friends.
Come on, look at these faces:
Wouldn’t you give them anything they wanted?
– Jane