foreshadowing.

This was a photo I took at Craig’s football game on Sunday.  Marley is sitting nicely because Craig hadn’t actually started playing yet (he’s cropped out of the photo, but sitting next to her).  Once he started playing she started whining and being a crazy face.  After about an hour I had to put her in the car because she was being a bad listener.

This wouldn’t be so disconcerting if Marley was actually a “bad dog”.  But she’s not.  She’s actually quite possibly one of the best behaved dogs I’ve ever been around.  Everyone always rants and raves about how well-behaved she is.  The only problem is that she’s only super well-behaved for Craig.  Not for me.  The second he’s out of sight she totally ignores me.  She’s still way better behaved than a lot of dogs, but I’ve come to the conclusion that she just doesn’t respect me the same way she does Craig.

What if dog parenting translates to real parenting?  What if my kids are terribly behaved for me and only listen to Craig?  Am I going to end up being that parent who has her kid on those animal backpack leashes getting dragged around the mall?  I really hope not.

I’m just going to keep my fingers crossed (and hope and pray!) that dog parenting is really nothing like real parenting.  In the mean time I wrote a post about it over at Babble: