I think this will crack you up.
I was sitting on my lounge, mindless TV on, and Max, my six and a half year old Maltese/Shih Tzu/Mini Poodle cross cake and sat right in front of me.
When I got Max, I had failed IVF cycles behind me and giving up on children, decided to buy a dog. We get the dog we need, not the dog we want.
Max has always been an obsessive dog. He gives and gives and gives love. He struggles to receive it back.
So, I’m sitting on the lounge, trying to give this kid a hug, and he is trying to lick me (hate being licked). I turn to him and I say,
“Max, it’s okay to give as much love as you do, but it’s important you also learn to receive love.”
Anyone who knows my story knows how ironic this tale is. It wasn’t lost on me. I laughed and said,
“Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black.”
And I’m still wryly smiling.
Max is the black one – he’s a human trapped in a dog’s body lol. Aka very spoilt.