Before we got a dog, I used to refer to the boys as the dogs, for example I would say that I was going to feed the dogs or the dogs needed to get out for a run. I’m not the only one, a fellow parent I know used to talk about his Son and the morning run. When I got a real dog the similarities and differences (think loyalty) became more apparent.
One similarity stands out though, the ability of both dog and boy to form disgusting habits and to get in disgusting messes without caring. This weekend, dog has been hellbent on trying to drink younger boys’ wee whilst he is in the process of weeing, truly gross when he stands there by the side of the toilet with his mouth open expectantly. Obviously he is stopped in his tracks and reprimanded, but he is tenacious and will not give up.
The dog is also able to emanate considerable smells in terms of bodily functions, and also in terms of doing lovely things like rolling in duck poo. He was bathed four times and the smell remains. Where he is different from the boys is that he doesn’t mind being bathed, although being dried is another matter. He prefers to roll himself dry on the beds and sofas. Needless to say, the smell of dog goes far and wide, but today it might be rivalled by the smell of older boy when he returns from his residential activity holiday. I will be amazed if he has showered at all. It will be good though, even if it is messier and smellier to have a full house again.