Humor

It’s True You Eat Shoes, But We Love You Anyway

It's True You Eat Shoes, But We Love You Anyway www.herviewfromhome.com
Written by Jacqueline Miller

You destroyed the gingerbread house we worked on for hours…

But then you stayed at the edge of my little guy’s bed, guarding against the monsters of the night, and wouldn’t leave his side until he slipped into a sound sleep.

You chewed up my husband’s brand new shoes . . .

But then, in my moment of private grief, you curled on my lap and kissed away my tears.

OUR LATEST VIDEOS

You always bark your head off at anyone walking by . . .

But you make sure we’re never lonely and always feel protected.

You dig up the backyard . . .

But you never tire of playing with your brothers or taking me for walks or greeting everyone at the front door like your very best friend.

You knock over garbage cans and make terrible messes . . . 

But you’ve brought out a tender, responsible side in my rough-and-tumble boys.

You track mud through the house, fart like an ogre and barf in the car . . . 

Sigh.

You know what? We’re messy and stinky and imperfect, too. Clearly, you’re one of us.

Welcome to the family, you crazy shoe-eating mutt!

Love,

Your Human

About the author

Jacqueline Miller

Jacqueline Miller is a freelance journalist who uses a pseudonym when writing about her children to protect their privacy. She lives in the Midwestern United States with her husband, two sons and a rescue mutt. Find her at www.boogersabroad.com.