I have consumed more half-eaten salads and rejected granola bars in the last three years than in the rest of my life combined. And I wag my tail (metaphorically) every time.
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Whenever someone comes home, I hear the key in the lock and I launch off the couch. Not because I’m lonely, but because it is my sacred duty to welcome them. “How was work?” I ask. “Traffic sucked,” they reply, already walking past me. I follow them to the kitchen anyway. I am never the one being welcomed. I am the welcome mat with legs. i became the dog in an all female household
Once you accept that you are no longer the "Man of the House" (a title that carries way too much pressure anyway) and embrace your role as the Household Pet, life becomes incredibly peaceful.
"Here, eat this," they say, handing me a piece of toast they couldn't finish. "Good boy," their eyes seem to say. I have consumed more half-eaten salads and rejected
And here’s the strange part—I love it.
The oldest sister, Elena, is the academic. She’s the one who looks at me with a suspicious glint in her eye, as if she suspects there’s a human soul trapped behind my brown eyes. She reads her poetry to me. It’s actually quite good, though I find it hard to concentrate when there’s a squirrel taunting me from the window. “Traffic sucked,” they reply, already walking past me
Have you experienced the "Household Pet" phenomenon? Let me know in the comments below!