If you had your choice again, what would you have?
The only ally I seem to have in the house these days is the dog.
I don’t want to sound like some pathetic male looking for an excuse, but she is the only one that understands me; or shows an ounce of appreciation for what I do for her.
There is a bit of tension in our house at the moment. There have been heated discussions about the long-term effects of the ADHDer’s teenage angst on the family.
Nerd Child wants to have him put down, the old man has reinstated his invisibility cloak and only the dog remains by my side, my best friend and loyal ally.
Fundamentally, because I keep her alive.
If I do leave this house, (as I’ve threatened the ADHDer on several recent occasions just in case he has some ridiculous notion about pipping me to the post), the dog will sadly die from starvation or neglect.
If the ADHDer were a dog, I’d have been able to return him to the dog home by now. There should be a special home for delinquent teenagers who have been excessively annoying to their parents.
If only he were a dog, then I could condition him to do what I wanted and he would show gratitude for even the tiniest morsels of love and lick me lovingly, (instead of sneering at me with those eyes of pure hatred).
When I am reincarnated into that young rich bitch with inherited wealth and living in my waterfront mansion at Potts Point, I will choose to have a houseful of Spoodles to share my home, and there will be a sign on the door saying ‘No Kids’.
Here are a few reasons why dogs make better offspring than teenagers:
- A dog’s love is unconditional. The relationship I have with our dog is uncomplicated (unless she poos when I walk her) unlike the one I have with my teenagers – there are no lies, hidden meanings or mood swings to worry about. I am the mistress and she is the dog, and she respects me for it.
- My teenagers’ love, on the other hand, is dependent upon conditions: how much money I give them; how much I ask them to help out in the house; how strict I am about curfews; how much music practice I force them to do; whether I remember to buy Coco Pops.
- The dog is always in my vicinity but never in my face. The teenagers are always in my vicinity and usually trashing it. They are always in my face when they want something and stay there until they get it.
- The dog eats everything I put in front of her without complaint. The dog doesn’t pretend to wretch when I cook something new or refuse to eat the meal because it wasn’t what they expected.
- The dog sleeps when I sleep, plus an additional ten hours so I only have at least six hours of the day with her. The teenagers sleep when they want to, usually at odd times of the day and night and without consideration for anyone else’s sleep patterns.
- The dog buries her poo, the teenagers leave it in the toilet for me to flush.
- The dog stops barking when I ask her to. The teenagers do not respond to simple requests to turn down their noise (usually because they can’t hear me) making it therefore necessary to shout or nag.
- The dog does not have selective hearing. She comes when I call her.
- The dog does not drink my wine, nor does she get loud or silly.
- The dog does not demand clean clothes with a few minutes notice and then tut at me for not mind-reading her plans.
- If the dog pukes from over-indulgence, she cleans her own mess up.
- The dog always looks at me with love. The teenagers haven’t looked at me with love since I bought each of them their first mobiles.
- When I leave the dog in the house while I am out, she does not leave every cupboard door or drawer open or eat all of my special Muesli. She has a self-drying coat so I don’t have to worry about picking up her discarded towels.
- When the dog goes out, she does not bring home three or four friends to stay the night without informing me.
- I can prevent the dog from getting pregnant.
- The dog’s grunts are a more intelligent form of communication than those of the teenagers.
- The dog doesn’t borrow my clothes without asking and then lend them to her friends.
- The dog doesn’t make me feel like a raided cash machine. She gives back.
In essence, I can control the dog and the dog respects those boundaries. The ADHDer thinks that those boundaries suck and retaliates against them daily, grinding us all into the ground.
I have offered Pet Rescue a vast sum of money to take the ADHDer and am patiently awaiting their response.
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