Animal Issues

You know all of the times one of my kids said that about one of his/her siblings, it annoyed the hell out of me. I was really kind of looking forward to all of the kids getting beyond the age where they said that. The number of times I heard it in a week had greatly diminished, and not just because the three big kids don’t live with us. It diminished because… the kids are growing up. And that was nice.

But then TW’s mother moved in and she brought that dog.

I don’t particularly like the dog. In fact, I pretty much hate him. I’m not the only one. Nobody in the house likes him even a tiny bit – well nobody except TW’s mom, she likes him which is as it should be since he is her damn dog. But whatever. I don’t like him. We don’t like him. The only person in the family who hasn’t said something bad about him (besides TW’s mom, who doesn’t count because she’s biased) is Christopher. Christopher likes animals better than people but even Christopher is troubled by this dog. You can tell by the way Christopher sheepishly looks at one of us when we curse him under our breath (curse the dog, not Christopher. When we curse Christopher, we do it really loudly – or via text message.)

I try really hard to ignore the dog except when I have to take him out. Or feed him. Or clean up the mess he has strewn from one end of the house to another – he eats paper. Even then I try to ignore him because if I don’t, I’ll say something like “I really hate that dog” and after I say it a few times, TW gets annoyed. She thinks you should just say it once and that should be enough – at least until SHE decides she needs to hate on him a bit, then it’s fine to say it more than once. Whatever.

The real issue though, with the dog, is that he looks at us.

And we do not like it one tiny bit.

Sometimes TW leaves the bedroom door open, or maybe one of the kids does, while I’m reading in bed. I look up and there’s that dog looking at me. Sometimes we’re standing on the back porch and he’s not using the bathroom, he’s just standing there – staring at me. I don’t like it. And sometimes I actually say, “He’s looking at me!!!”

On Sunday, Elly woke up in a really bad mood. TW listed all of the annoyances being faced by poor Elly:

1)      TW made pancakes and didn’t put chocolate chips in them. (Oh noes!)

2)      TW refused to let Elly add chocolate chips to the top of them. (Gasp!)

3)      Prince J was chewing! In that loud way he does but even louder. On purpose! (Oh the injustice!… but really I  understand this because sometimes people chewing bugs me too, and I told TW this. She said I sound like my mother. Whatever.)

4)      KOTO LOOKED AT HER! (Well. There you have it. I can’t argue with that. )

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