Carry on my Wayward Son

Okay, maybe I never deserved any of this, but the facts are these:
My kids were pretty well-behaved when they were little and I was awfully spoiled.

By that I don't mean they were perfect, but that they were nice little people who were usually a lot of fun to be with. When I took them somewhere or dropped them off at someone's house, without fail, people had nice things to say about them. Grocery store, preschool, play dates. Lets just say I got a lot of good feedback.

I am happy to say that I don't think I let any of this go to my head. We had other health and financial problems at the time and I guess I've always thought their sweet dispositions were just a little perk God gave us during some hard times. I believe I gave most of the credit to God. As best I can remember, behavior was not related to my feelings of pride and self-worth.

Until now.

No, it's not what you think.

It's The Dog.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's true. I am a bad Pet Parent.

To Be Continued...