Wow. Sometimes a dog really IS a dog. Those who know me, know that I am a helicopter dog parent. I watch my dogs and anticipate their every move and mood. I project my own emotions onto them and imagine they are anxious or sad or depressed. Interesting that I very rarely see them as being happy. They are very happy dogs, as dogs go. They have the best life a dog could ask for.
This week, I baby sat for two big dogs across the street at a friend’s house. Both of them are more “dog” than my dogs. Meaning they’re big and sloppy and like to run and chase balls. My dogs, maybe because they’ve adapted to my lifestyle, prefer to sit on the couch and eat treats.
I noticed with all four dogs at my house that they entertained themselves and didn’t seem to need me as much. Suddenly, I wasn’t so worried about driving 1/2 hour so my dogs could swim. I wasn’t so worried about missing dinner a few minutes. It was glorious! They were being dogs, and I let them.
Ginger and Baker are back home now and I’ve returned to the couch with Butters and Henry. Now, when I set my intentions for the day I will add this: My dogs are dogs.
Of course. We wouldn’t have it any other way!
Yes but they are our dogs so they are never not going to be spoiled 🙂