I love my dog. I mean, I really, really, REALLY love my dog. I love my dog so much, last week when I was meeting lovely Mummy bloggers at Kidspot workshop I had a hard time not comparing their graphic accounts of childbearing with getting a new puppy. I resisted as I could still hear my Mother cackling like a crazed hyena when I told her that raising a baby dog was just as difficult as raising a baby human. Of course I would know, from all my experience of raising a child (none. OK, I once carried a raw egg around with me for an entire week to prove I could be responsible. I was 8 hk idc).
From watching movies, I know there is a lightbulb moment in every parent’s life where they look at their children (usually in slow motion) and feel immense pride – perhaps it is because they came first in the school sports carnival, or perhaps it was because their incredibly unco child managed to carry a raw egg around for a whole week without breaking it. The thing is, people have these feelings for their pets too Standees.
Just like a real parent, I have always hidden vegetables in our dog’s food. I wouldn’t have gone to all the trouble had I know that our dog actually LOVES vegetables. This evening when I dropped parsley on the floor our dog appeared from nowhere and hoovered it up, looking up me with those huge, dinner-plate eyes “Please Sir, can I have some more?". I couldn’t believe what I had witnessed so I tested this theory further with the baby spinach I used to garnish my dinner plate but really didn’t want to eat. She happily devoured it and sat patiently, waiting for more. This is a game changer for me. All my life I had wished for a dog I could feed my vegetables to. Now, at 30 years of age, my childhood dreams have come true and I couldn’t be a prouder parent yellow coffee mug.