My mother and I were talking on Saturday, and I was telling her some of our many adventures with The Dog, especially things like not being able to stay overnight anywhere since we got her and trying to help her get over her fears. She shook her head and commented that owning a dog sounded too much like parenting.
It was stormy here last night, and we had plans to go to a friend's house and play board games. As we sat in the living room eating tacos for dinner, The Husband glanced out the window at the pouring rain.
"You know, I never would have considered staying home for the cats," he said.
I looked down at The Dog, blissfully gnawing on a new beef bone. "What, because she might get scared while we're gone?" She's afraid of storms, but as long as we're in the same room with her she's fine.
"Yeah." He looked a little sheepish.
"The cats aren’t emotionally dependant on us," I said, smiling. "The dog is. When you take responsibility for another's emotional well-being, it creates obligation. It is a little like parenting."
We did go out to game night though. The Dog's gotta grow up sometime.
(And the storms were mostly over.)