Woman's Best Friend?
At the campfire last week a couple of us girls were chatting about how much we loved our dogs. We went on and on about how much we spoiled them, and what joy they brought to our lives. One of the gals said when her brother-in-law ran over her dog she didn’t talk to him for a year and it caused a separation in her marriage because she was so traumatized.
A few of us said there was no amount of money that was too much money to invest in our dog’s health. (Apparently I’m not the only one who’s used a home equity line for expensive surgeries.)
After a few minutes of this, one of the guys said something like, “Sheesh! To be a dog!”
I retorted that if guys were as good to us as our dogs were, then we would treat our men that well too.
Can you see where this was going? I sure didn’t …
He retorted back, “If you treated us guys like you treat your dogs, we WOULD be that good to you!”
Why hadn’t I thought of that? lol
He’s probably right.
My sweetie piped in with, “Yeah, every time Joe rolls on his back he gets a first class belly rub.” I immediately realized how widespread it was: the dogs keep me awake at night, but that’s okay because they’re dogs. If Russ, on the other hand, keeps me up with snoring, that’s not cool. My dogs never run out of food. People food, though, I’m not nearly as intent on keeping on hand. If my boyfriend goes hungry, so what? He can eat tomorrow if he didn’t pick something up on his way over. I ran out of his favorite drink? Oh well.
What have I been creating?? lol
I wonder how it would work if I treated my guy like a king? If he knew he could do no wrong in my eyes?
Okay, that’s just crazy talk!
Ha ha … but, I’m willing to experiment. Maybe I’ll start treating my boyfriend like my dog. Just to see what happens.
Jeez, this is going to be weird. I let him sit wherever he wants. I don’t run the vacuum until he vacates the area. I go out of my way to have all his favorite treats on hand. I make sure he gets plenty of play dates with friends. I take him to do what he loves most. I tell him all the time how much I love him, even if he can’t hear me or doesn’t answer back. I hardly ever get mad at him, because he just doesn’t know any better. I let him distract me from my work. I let him break a few house rules. I’m basically here just to support and enhance his enjoyment of life.
Wow, I’m starting to sound like a pretty good girlfriend, huh?