First of all: I got a dog for the boys. I did NOT get a dog for myself. Yet I will care for this dog and try to train this dog and not kill this dog for the boys. Because that's what moms do.
They also (mostly) try to do right by what is in their care - baby, cat, puppy, even teenagers.
With that being said, I really mother fucking hate Mondays and Tuesdays and every other weekend when the boys aren't here to help me. But, like a good mom, the minute I can, I rush home to let the dog out and be with her on the days I have to work and can't manage any hours from home. Like today for instance. I went home, made a to-do list, packed the car with toys, a couple treats, a towel, a leash and said dog. Because taking her on my errands has become somewhat a habit as often as I can.....
I start my list, ordered by route - because my daddy didn't raise no dummy. Except that he did.
Gas/fill tire with air
Pick up meds
I look at the list, I look at the dog.
I look at the list. I look at the dog.
I look out my badly salted windows and think, I have to...
I SAY, OUT LOUD "You're gonna be fine, right? I mean, I'm right here. You'll be fine, right, Gracie."
I INTERPRET her one bark back to me as "Of course I'll be ok, mom. Ima good girl."
What she MEANT was "Aw HELLZ no. If you take me through that car wash, Ima go ballistic on your sorry ass."
I pulled up. I paid and tipped. I rolled down Grace's window to let the guys oooooh and ahhhh like girls with a baby. I think "we got this."
Right up until I didn't. I didn't *have* shit. I had one bat shit crazy dog, one pair of smashed sunglasses, one broker charger, and one obliterated to-do list.
Piss everywhere. HOT PISS because I always put the seat heater on for her. (Yes, I do. Shut up.) OH and a couple of car wash dudes laughing hysterically as they watched me scream in surprise and complete loss of control:
"AH!! OMG!! GRACIE STOP!! IT'S FINE!! I'M RIGHT HERE! OMG!! GRACIE!! SHITFUCKSHIT!!!"
Stupid frickin' dog. What a pussy.
Owned by one pee smelling, over confident dumbass.