Hello! I know it's been a while. My mom noticed there's been quite a few hits on my blog posts recently and thought it's about time for an update!
It's been about 8 months since I lost my doggie brother, Cohen, and I've come a long way. I don't freak out anymore when I'm left home alone. I've settled into my only dog child life one day at a time. I've settled into it so much so... some.... maybe... might say I've turned slightly naughty. When my mom first adopted me she joked I didn't know how to be a dog. I think I've mentioned this before, but when I first came home there was a squirrel in my new back yard. My doggie brother, Cohen, chased the squirrel up a tree while I awkwardly looked, realized dogs apparently bark at trees, then proceeded to bark at a different tree that indeed did not have a squirrel in it. I used to do a lot of things like this that made my mom laugh. Not totally sure why she laughed, but I'm okay with giving her joy.
So fast forward to me being an only dog now. All of a sudden, now that Cohen isn't here, I've realized how GREAT of an idea it is to do really wild things!!!! For instance, I've never in the whole ten years mom has had me eaten food off a table. But now that I'm an old man and do what I want to do....... table food IS GREAT! Eating chicken nuggets out of my 3.5 year old human twin brothers' hands? GREAT IDEA! Eating salami out of their hands? ALSO GREAT IDEA! Eating an entire plate of food if mom or dad turn their heads..... SUPER GREAT IDEA!
The thing is, though, now that I've started helping myself to everyone's food, mom has to put me in the kitchen while everyone else eats. Because... get this... she has the audacity to want me to eat DOG FOOD. The nerve. I am 15 years old. I think that's earned me the right to do what I want, right????? Apparently not. Mom tells me that a lot of people food is dangerous and could make me very sick. She tells me how she loves me and wants me to live as long as possible and if I keep "doing whatever I want" she may lose me.
Turns out my actions have consequences. I "do what I want," then end up in the kitchen while everyone else eats. If I eat something that's unsafe to me, I could get very sick in the least.
I'm old. I don't want my actions to have consequences, but turns out my actions affect everyone else around me whether I like it or not. I can't just focus on what I want or what's I think is best for me me in the moment. Because I care about myself and others around me, I need to make better choices. When I selfishly eat a chicken nugget not meant for me, my mom has to cook new ones for my twin brothers and WOW you should hear them scream when they're upset. So, the initial good feeling of eating a yummy chicken nugget becomes not so great when I worry I'll lose my hearing from the screaming. Plus, I love my family. I don't want them to suffer because of my actions. Guess it's time to start refocusing on the food actually meant for me and remember my actions have a ripple effect around me.
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