Dogs vs. daughters

By Jase Graves, Special to the Katy Times
Posted 9/29/22

My adult life has been full of transitions—from single to married, from childlessness to fatherhood, and from virile coolness to cringey blobfish. I now find myself in the midst of a change from occupying a nest literally bursting with hatchlings frantically pecking at my wallet to now watching one last teenage fledgling perched on the edge of a limb and hoping I don’t do anything embarrassing.

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My adult life has been full of transitions—from single to married, from childlessness to fatherhood, and from virile coolness to cringey blobfish. I now find myself in the midst of a change from occupying a nest literally bursting with hatchlings frantically pecking at my wallet to now watching one last teenage fledgling perched on the edge of a limb and hoping I don’t do anything embarrassing.

Since two of my daughters are off at college and my youngest daughter would rather watch a video on YouTube about vegetables that resemble Harry Potter than hang out with me, I recently became aware that I have been unconsciously satisfying my need to be needed by devoting an unhealthy amount of time and attention to my daughters’ pet dogs, who might be mistaken for two large tufts of mutant fuzz from under our couch cushions.

Yes, I fear that I’m turning into the “crazy cat lady” of the household, or, in my case, the “annoying doglet dude in his 50s who bears a passing resemblance to Herman Munster.”

(We do also have a cat, by the way, which is a lot like having another aloof teenager–only less messy.)

One result of this closer relationship I’ve developed with our grandmongrels is that I speak to them more. I’ve always communicated with our dogs in a sort of Scooby-Doo baby-talk, usually asking them if they would prefer to go outside and kill our grass or stay inside and stain the carpet. But now I find myself carrying on extended conversations with them, asking them about their day, if they’ve sniffed anything (or anyone) interesting lately, and why they still haven’t eaten the expensive veterinarian-approved dry kibble from Petco and are, instead, begging at the table for a bite of my taco.

They don’t ever reply, but at least they maintain eye contact, look interested, and sometimes drool, which is more response than I usually get from our daughters.

I’ve also taken a much greater interest grooming—the dogs, I mean. In the past, maintaining our dogs’ hygiene primarily involved tossing them into the bathtub once I could smell them without seeing them. Nowadays, though, I not only brush their coats daily (usually not with my wife’s hairbrush), but I’ve also started brushing their teeth (usually not with my wife’s toothbrush).

I don’t know if you’ve ever brushed your dogs’ teeth against their will, but imagine trying to wipe pizza sauce off of an impatient toddler’s face while she’s frantically trying to run to the gift shop at Chuck E Cheese. It’s almost as relaxing.

And speaking of toddlers, I’ve recently been known to chase the dogs around the house with a baby wipe when they come in from decorating our lawn—in a preemptive attempt to avert the dreaded living-room booty scoot. (Luckily, they usually only do that when we have visitors.)

Watching our daughters grow up, become more independent (except financially) and begin to leave home has been hard for me, but the companionship provided by their pets has been a comfort, even if the dogs don’t respect bathroom boundaries.

These days, when I’m in the recliner at home and I’ve got a lap full of dogs licking my face, I often reflect happily on all the sweet times in the past when I had a lap full of girls kissing my cheeks—only, back then, I didn’t have to worry about what they’d been licking beforehand.

Yes, dogs and daughters are different, but until I get the chance someday to chase grandkids around with a baby wipe, the dogs will have to do.

Graves is an award-winning humor columnist from East Texas. His columns have been featured in Texas Escapes magazine, The Shreveport Times, The Longview News Journal, and The Kilgore News Herald. Contact Graves at susanjase@sbcglobal.net.