Over the past few nights my dog has begun to make it clear to my wife and I that she wants to go outside in the middle of the night. Such is our life. We are at the beck and call of a 15 year old, nearly toothless pit bull.
This is inconvenient at any time but it’s doubly problematic because I have been sick for the last week. Still I have gotten up in the dead of night and gone outside to let our dog poop. Since we don’t have a yard this usually means going to the park near our house because it is where our dog is used to doing her business. Taking her elsewhere would turn into 30 minute adventure of trying to find the right place.
I don’t like doing this but I prefer it to having my dog poop in the house. Also, I don’t like the idea of sending my wife out into the street in the middle of the night with just a 15 year old, nearly toothless pit bull for protection.
I didn’t like that idea until last night when, in my sleep deprived and medicated condition I sighed passive aggressively when my dog let us know she wanted to go outside.
My wife said: “I’ve been letting you go because it’s dangerous.”
I heard this, and I knew she was right. But I was being a stubborn dick who in that moment felt like his dog and his wife were conspiring against him. I did not want to go outside.
I sat there and did nothing while my wife, got out of bed.
As she got to the door she said: “Don’t go back to sleep, I want you to hear it if someone murders us.”
I still said nothing, like a stubborn piece of shit.
Damn it I can be such a jerk.
As the door closed behind her I got up, put on my shoes and followed them outside.
I should have gotten out of be right away but failing that I at least managed to avoid doubling down on my mistake. It is progress. I am sorry that it is all I have to offer today.