So here I sit warm and cosy in front of my notebook while the poor babies are waiting to for a walk or at least for me to play with them and I wonder, am I bad mother?
They ask for so little, a game of fetch, tug of war, a walk around the block, anything, just some interaction and I feel so worthless when I find excuses, like I have too much work, it's cold outside, just let me quickly vacuum the floor, blah blah blah...
So am I a bad mother?
They are loved to distraction, they are the source of my happiness, they sleep in the bed with me, watch tv with me, go for drives with me, are the reason I won't go out if it's cold or raining or will in anyway discomfit them.
But is that enough, do dogs need more than love to survive?
Is my brand of love truly love?
Will I one day be punished for not just shutting down and giving into those beseeching brown eyes, finding the leash and shouting - walkies?
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