I’m going to need to learn how to say NO. My poor Labrador is hobbling around my apartment right now with her tongue hanging three feet of out her panting pink mouth. I feel so bad for her. We just got back from a three mile run for me and a four mile run for my husband, and we let her convince us it was a good idea to take her. In the cooler months she has no problem running four miles every day with my husband, but I wanted to die after three miles in the humidity today so I can only imagine how she feels : ( It’s just she gives us these pleading puppy eyes (she’s a Lab after all…that’s what they do best) and I just feel so bad for not taking her.
Well, after seeing her sad little face when we got back I realized I need to toughen up. Sometimes saying NO is the best thing for them. Really, what kind of parent will I be if my child begs, “Please mommy, can I eat that whole bucket of ice cream? I haven’t had ice cream in 4 days!” gives me the sad eyes and I say yes? They will end up in an f-ing coma, and I will feel like a tool.
I really hope my dogs aren’t indicative of my parenting skills. If that’s the case, I’m pretty sure my children will be laying their drooling heads on strangers laps at restaurants in hopes of catching a few crumbs, and curling up in the middle of our bed – sideways, farting in our face as we sleep and pushing us to the far corners of our queen size mattress. Maybe it will be easier to say NO to somebody who talks back to me…and isn’t so furry.