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Topic: Pets (09/13/04)

TITLE: Parents Just Don't Understand
By Jennifer Deibel
09/14/04

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Did you ever notice how parents just never seem to understand their kids? Take mine, for instance. Iím always doing things to show them just how much I appreciate all of their hard work, how I love when they spend time with me, and Iím forever leaving them little gifts all around the house just to make sure they know Iím thinking about them. Donít get me wrong, my folks arenít all that bad. They do have their good sides to them. They let me sleep in the bed with them whenever I want. Sometimes they even ask me to come in there! And they always make sure Iím warm and have had enough to eat. They try to make sure I get the exercise I need. But sometimes, I just feel like they donít even notice the little things I go out of my way to do for them.

This one time, for example, once I had gotten old enough for them to trust me at home alone, they had to leave for a meeting. Mom had just made dinner when they remembered, so they quickly kissed me goodbye and went on their way. They made a point to leave the chicken and potato casserole on the counter before they left. It smelled so good and it had been all day since I had eaten, I was just sure they had left it out for me. The only problem was that I was too short to reach it. So, I gingerly pushed a chair over to the counter, climbed on up and began to partake of the delightful ambrosia. The chicken tasted so good I could hardly control myself, but I realized that Mom and Dad would be hungry when they got home, so I saved them some potatoes. It didnít seem like much time had gone by at all when they walked back in the door. I was so excited to see them I met them at the door. When they discovered all the chicken was gone, they scolded me. I just didnít understand. Werenít they happy that I had left them anything at all?

Another time, I was home alone and got a little bored. I had already done my normal activities for the day, and decided I was going to decorate the living room for them. I couldnít drive to the store for decorations, so I had to make my own. I mustered up all the creativity that I could and used everyday items from around the house to spruce things up a bit. I even found ways to re-use some of the trash from the kitchen! I was so proud of my work. You see, when it comes to artsy things, Iím usually all thumbs, so to accomplish a feat of this magnitude was quite the success for me. Once I finished, all there was to do was wait. I played in the backyard, paced around the house making sure everything was exactly where I wanted it. It seemed as though weeks had passed before they arrived home. I met them at the door, barely able to contain my enthusiasm. I couldnít wait to see their reaction to my special gift. Once again, I was scolded, reprimanded, and lectured about what I had done wrong. I just didnít get it. But somehow, even though it was unfair, I couldnít help but love them. Just moments later we were playing and laughing as if nothing had happened. Sometimes it seems as if I am a little more loyal to my parents than they are to me, but I realize that they are just so busy. I must be hard taking care of all the things they do.

Yes, I tell you what. Parents just donít understand. Itís hard enough to communicate effectively in a typical parent-child relationship. Itís even harder when you donít even speak the same language! They are slowly learning how to listen to me and understand my cries for attention. Iím convinced that one of these days, theyíll become fluent in Labrador.


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darlene hight09/20/04
Nice angle! Only pet owners truly understand.
Teresa Lee Rainey09/20/04
I agree, cool angle here. I fell in love with your lab. Great story telling.
Melanie Kerr 09/20/04
I thought you were a cat! It is inetersting to look at things from another perspective and see how our actions might be understod, or misunderstood by others.
Lynda Lee Schab 09/20/04
Jennifer,
This was great! I laughed out loud at the part about "leaving some potatoes" - ha! That WAS pretty nice - most dogs would lick the pan clean!
Poor dog...so misunderstood. LOL
Well done!
Blessings, Lynda
Corinne Smelker 09/20/04
cute!! We owned a lab, and the breeder seriously told us that it takes about 2 years for their brains to grow in!

I can SO relate to this story!
Marina Rojas09/20/04
Labs are dolls. This story was a delightful jaunt into their innocent yet disastrous "wonder years" good story!
Angie Schulte09/21/04
I loved it! It reminded me of a memory that I hadn't thought of in years. My dad had this coon dog named Blue when we were kids, and during a tornado warning, Mom was in the middle of cooking dinner. She turned everything off and we looked everywhere for Blue before making a mad dash to my aunt's for the cellar. When the all clear was sounded, and we came home. Blue had eaten all of the dinner and was stretched out on the couch sound asleep. Thanks for reminding me!