I dedicate this week's blog to my sometimes friend, sometimes nemesis, Doughboy. He sheds all over the apartment (even on the stove), tracks in mud, costs a ton to feed, barks and whines too much, blows doggy breath in my face, tears up my pretty decorative pillows, and gives me leash-burn on my hand when I try to walk him. Truly, the hardest part of marriage for me so far has been adjusting to living with a big dog. At times, I want to lock him in his crate and never let him out. BUT, this hurts Troy's feelings. He kinda loves Doughboy.
So, I've decided to take my own advice. I always tell people in counseling that if they need to like someone that they don't initially care for (for instance, step-children) they should "fake it until they feel it." Our feelings follow our thoughts. So, I'm putting positive thoughts into my head and creating positive interactions with Doughboy. Like right now, I rented Marley and Me for Doughboy and I to watch while Troy's at work. I'm already beginning to feel some warm fuzzies.
If only he'd stop barking at the t.v.
is he named after Boyz in the Hood? hahaha.
ReplyDeleteI was the exact same way with Mugsy, but I have seriously grown to love him more than I ever thought I could love a dog. He brings me so much joy. (really.)
He actually IS named after Boyz in the Hood. :D
ReplyDeleteNice, huh?