I have chosen the word
Here is my (sort of) dog, Levi...
I must warn you. This is not a very "happy" post.
You might be wondering why I said, "sort of" above.
Levi is a sweetheart. I love him! BUT>>>> he has become my husband's dog. Levi mopes around the house until his "daddy" comes home. It's pathetic!! Then, when daddy comes home... it's like someone turned on his "happy switch"!! Of course.. David gives him so much attention, I can't blame Levi for getting so excited.
Let me be honest...
Levi gets MOST of David's love and attention and I get the leftovers. It sounds stupid, but it's not. My therapist explained to me that David feels "safe" giving Levi so much attention because it's so easy to make a dog happy. I'm probably not explaining that quite right. Levi gets fed special food. He gets brushed and combed and petted NON STOP!! He gets rubbed and talked to so sweet.
Me?? I get a sad grumble that is IF I get spoken to at all! And touched?? ME??? Nope. I get a light hug and a "peck" of a kiss.
Well.. Levi just ran to the door to greet his Daddy!! Wahooo!! Let the happy times begin!! NOT!
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