As a parent, I have recently encountered a rather unsettling thought that I am now courageously sharing: I sometimes find myself appreciating my dog more than my children. Before you rush to contact local authorities, let me clarify—I do not love my dog more than my kids. Rather, this is a matter of compatibility, largely influenced by the undeniable truth that my dog provides consistent companionship throughout the day, a contrast to my children’s behavior.
When I return home, my dog, Max, greets me with unwavering joy. He doesn’t demand treats or meals before I have even set my bags down. Instead, he wags his tail and patiently waits for affection, content in the knowledge that my arrival means all is well in his little universe.
Max is an attentive listener—when I call him, he responds immediately. Commands like “come” and “sit” are met with compliance without the need for repetition or threats of consequences. One might expect my children to take note of this exemplary behavior, but alas, that is not the case. If I thought Max could help with chores like making beds, I would certainly consider it.
In the car, Max is simply thrilled to be included. He never bombards me with questions about our destination or demands to stop for snacks. Unlike my kids, he remains blissfully unaware of the radio’s era, although I occasionally cringe at the tunes that come on. There’s nothing quite like belting out “Maneater” by Hall and Oates in solitude, feeling a mix of nostalgia and embarrassment.
Dogs are remarkably simple creatures; they eat the same meal daily without complaint, while my children express their discontent if it isn’t pizza, Chipotle, or McDonald’s. Max only whines when necessary, either due to injury or the pressing need to go outside. My kids, conversely, can whine about anything from a breeze to being tired, and they even manage to do so via phone when I’m away. If Max could somehow figure out how to call me, it would surely lead to viral fame and a humorous spot on America’s Funniest Home Videos.
Max embodies the ideal pet—friendly, reliable, and loyal. However, the truth remains that he is not human. The beauty of my children lies in their inherent humanity and imperfections. The unpredictability of parenting is both a blessing and a challenge. Even on the days when I feel overwhelmed, the unique experiences I share with my kids are irreplaceable.
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In summary, while my dog may provide a level of companionship and obedience that is often lacking in my children, the unique, chaotic, and imperfect nature of parenthood is something I would never trade for the world.