The Dog

In February of 2010, we adopted a dog. All the boys of the house love the animal, and Piper is a good dog. I did not grow up with any pets in the house (aside from my little brother's hamsters...but that is a whole other story), certainly no dogs or cats. However we did have dogs and cats outside, they had the run of the property and barn. I never became much attached to the cats, "barn cats" came and went and rarely were given names. I did though, become attached to the dogs we'd had. So naturally I thought that over time, I would develop an attachment to this dog.
Well, it's been over a year and I have no personal attachment. I hear often people talk about their pets as children or the very least companions, I don't feel that way. She is more like laundry than a companion...a task. Fortunately for her, she is much loved in this house especially by L, to a lesser extent H and D. I don't dislike the dog, I'm just not attached. I clean up after my children and husband all day, I like them. I just can't stand the dog hair. I don't like not being able to go away for the whole day without lining up someone to come let the dog out. I feel tied to the house.
Isn't it amazing that when you write just to write, though you may not be looking for the answers you find them in your own words. "I feel tied to the house” That’s what it is......