Dog, fishnet tights and fashion

I got out of the house, just because my husband was busy and the dog was pestering him. I am pretty fed up with being dog-sitter every time my husband wants it. I love our four-legged family member Charlie, but why do I have to pull the weight of having a dog on my own. I guess some people will I ask why did we get a dog if neither of us wanted it? Well it wasn’t like that. My husband has undergone a major surgery in May, and after that he gained rather a lot of weight. So he decided, without asking me of course, to get himself a dog to keep him fit. The whole plan didn’t work out and now the only family member who does get up in the morning, to walk the dog is - me. Not only that, I am the only one, who picks up Charlie’s poo in the balcony in case of a small accident and the one who receives complaints about the recent change in my outfit.

Sometimes it can be really frustrating as I can not follow the plans of the day, and after a little while I loose all the interest in them at all. Like today, I was supposed to vacuum-clean the house, then jump in the car get some cleaning products from the coop, and do some ironing. After two hours of listening to dog’s cries and moans I gave in. I took the poor animal for the walk.

That is the part where while walking down narrow, St Mary’s Island pavements, I started lecturing myself how good the fishnet tights are. They are not only cute, and much more comfortable (even though they could be off the catwalk right now), but the dog can’t make the holes in them either as they already are made of holes! Right that moment when that thought shot into my head, I wanted to kiss that person who invented fishnet tights, when life hit me once more. I broke the heel of my shoe (one of my very loved pair of shoes for Mexx) while walking the dog! Thank God I didn’t wear these shoes yesterday to Marks&Sparks as it could’ve been more embarrassing. I apologized my dog for going home so early and I promised him to go for a walk as soon as I change my shoes. (I am talking to the dog quite often, as talking to my husband can be waste of time sometimes.) Once I got home, I announced to my husband that I just broke the heel of my shoe, and I still can’t believe it, as I thought it only happens in films and Mentos adverts. My husband advised me to throw the shoes away (like I didn’t realize I couldn’t wear them again), and reminded me that I have enough shoes anyway.

That moment I was willing to throw the dog into his face (not that I would like to harm Charlie!). He bought himself a puppy boxer, instantly started calling me “mummy” spoiling the poor little thing and turned him into a little brat. Now when he is naughty it is “mummy” who has to be the “bitch” to punish him, because “I spoilt” him. It is “mummy” who picked the poo out of the carpet, it is “mummy” who washed the floors from dawn to sunset, and it is “mummy” who cleaned neighbors terrace after my anglo-husband poisoned little thing with chicken. Now “mummy” not only became “mummy” of a dog, “mummy” has no right to wear her silky skirts and tops, and lovely leather boots anymore as little Charlie loves chewing silky materials, and she receives complaints as she is ever so lazy she can’t be bothered with herself! (Which is of course not true)

Now I am angry, and I do dislike people who say that dog changed their life as well their personality. Charlie hasn’t changed my life or my personality, he just affected my dress sense, which grew stronger in last two years. Now I am back in my blue jeans for everything as I can’t afford to have my Jean-Paul dress ruined, I simply don’t love my dog enough to let him ruin it.

“Daddy” in the meantime is being a business man, making me feel guilty for writing all this, and still managing to explain to people that dog helped him to loose weight. I just wonder where as his “good-life-belly” is still where it was before!