You may find it easier to watch the soap opera of the hour, but when it’s your life that you displaced for living arrangements, and then are replaced by a dog is a smile with friendly relations still okay?
This House Daughter didn’t know whether she was right or wrong to move back in with her aging mother. She moved back in with her mom with the understanding that she would have the peace and solitude to finish her dissertation writing section for her PhD. Yet after months and months of nit-picking by her mother she just had to move out. Yet, she remained in the same town that her mother lived in.
Close enough, but far away made the goal even harder financially. She would have to work part-time, help her mother part-time, then write and research the other twelve hours in a day. Already in-debt with student loans over $100,000.00, from working toward this task, the light at the end of the tunnel was dashed. Now she was turned on her ear with limited funding even for food.
Low and behold a month after departing her mothers house, the old family dog died. This House Daughter grieved and petted her cat, knowing everything is terminal to begin with.
Then, out of nowhere, her mother gets a puppy. Not an elder dog that is calm, trained, and well mannered. This is a demanding, infantile black lab puppy. Her mother has to wean, feed, walk, dissuade from chewing, biting, and pooping anything in her 5,000 square foot home.
Now that This House Daughter’s mother carries on about how alone with the responsibilities of a puppy. How it limits her foreign travel, and how she must take the puppy with her to the office and how much attention
the new puppy dog needs.
This House Daughter looks over to her mother and says, "it’s someone for you to bitch at; who can't bitch back." So there.
