So I kinda hate my paranoia in reference to relationships of any kind.
With that said let's divulge the topic for today.
A bunch of us friends were hanging out the other night, and I had my dog with me. Those who have met my dog can attest to the needy nature of said dog. We were playing video games and Sam (my dog) stands up, walks across the room, and lays down on my lap. It interrupted my video game thus ending my character's life. I took my frustration out on Sam.
She ruined it for me though. She looked up at me with those big amber eyes, put her ears back and pouted. I couldn't be angry with her. All she wanted was my love.
So I melted. How does that dog have the power to do that to me!? All she has to do is look at me with her sad face and I'm reduced. I suppose this is what being a mom is sort of like. In it's very basic form, motherhood is similar to owning a pet. I know this theory is a strange one, but hey, wasn't Albert Einstein's hair strange until Lance Bass made it sexy?
There will be those who mock me, but I know where I stand. I've learned so much about unconditional love from my Sam. She's such a good dog. Anytime I'm mad she's submissive. Anytime I come home she flies up the stairs and embraces me as only she can. She needs me for food, water, bathroom breaks...My Sam loves me and I know it.
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