Being the Last Baby Bird to Leave
If you're anything like me you might be the youngest in a small, strange, misdirected and broken family. All this really means for us is we have daddy issues, weird vague traumas we keep discovering, and a sibling or two. Us baby birds often get overlooked in favor of everyone else's mostly ok lives, but that's ok! Because it takes the pressure off to grow up into a doctor or a lawyer, since your our older siblings set the bar somehow so staggeringly low. This is certainly my case were i get to be the bare minimal of an adult, sharing a 2 bed one bath with another grown woman I've known less than a year, and impulsively buying my dog little bows that stick onto his collar. People talk big game about thirst traps and the like, but fail to realize the danger that is animal product traps. I'd feel like a shit dogmom (spending close to 60 per bag on just fancy dog food) if he went to the dog park not looking his best.
I think, "This must be how Real Moms™ feel." And while that's probably insulting to some people I really want to go through the stress of being and baby bird while caring for a baby bird.
Since I was 9 I've had this cat, she's still alive and probably will never fucking die. She's clever and wise, she is my oldest, I've never worried about her and she's been fine. She appositely the kind of person that, if she was a human, would ether being an amazing successful business woman, or an arsonist. No one would be about to know until it was too late.
Alternately, for the past year and a half I've raised a puppy I've smartly named Rabbit (after award winning film main character Roger Rabbit). He is a boxer pitbull (I think????) I got off Craigslist so that I wouldn't have to tell my then landlord and pay pet fees. All amazing factors I know. I got him when he was just 3 months old. I've never raised a baby animal, I found my cat when she was under a year but she had kittens by then so it was like adopting a teen mom. She never prepared me for the emotional toil of having a "youngest". I'm not even talking about the overwhelming stress of raising a puppy, the piss and training. The emotional damage that lest me unwilling to leave anything at his level despite him no longer being in the "terrible fucking awful baby who eats everything always, fuck you" phase. He's well over a year old now but no where near "grown", if you catch my drift.
I realized growing into an adult, my mother had already thrown one of her two children out of the nest, and was less willing to do it again. I'm the baby and I'm a mama's baby, for SURE. I didn't want to be but I became one against my will, I just love my mom SO UFciK M UcH. It helps that I live a 10 minute drive from my mommy and my older brother lives in hippy-smelling Yellowsprings Ohio, which is about an hour away. I would never leave my mamma, nooo! How could I! I need her! What if I get sick??? What if my water bill is weird and I don't know who to call? What if I have to go to the hospital? I need my mom there!
Do you notice the correlation quite yet?
I'm saying Being the youngest is like having a cat and adopting a puppy.
My dog is grown, I've down a shitty, but acceptable job at training him, he's sort of socialized and healthy. One thing I kind of fucked up though, which I now share with my mom, is I love him too much. This isn't a bad flaw but now I have a 50 pound dog that cries while I'm petting him because I'm not using two hands.
Rabbit the dog would crumble in a heap if I left him somewhere for too long. If my mom went on vacation for too long I'd probably accidentally make chlorine gas and die. I see so much of myself in my dog in that way.
Which means, We're both kind of fucked. Neither of us is the strong one, I raised a baby bird like me. If I had adopted a grown dog from a shelter like I honestly should have dog, they probably would be hardened and tough and understanding on my soft shitty nature. Instead me AND my dog get freaked out when there's fireworks.
I'm in no way saying I regret getting and having the dog I have, I wouldn't dream of a world where he wasn't in my life. I'm saying I done fucked up a good boy, he's coddled, and it shows when I take him out. Other dogmoms judge me when a dog snapped at him and he SCREAMS and all 50 pounds jumps into my arms. I have to be like "No, no! He wasn't abused or anything, I've him since he was a baby! He's just a giant pussy because I put wild flower honey in his food because he was sweet like a bumble bee!" It's not a great look.
Anyway does anyone else have this problem as a youngest?
Lets talk
- Edwin
I think, "This must be how Real Moms™ feel." And while that's probably insulting to some people I really want to go through the stress of being and baby bird while caring for a baby bird.
Since I was 9 I've had this cat, she's still alive and probably will never fucking die. She's clever and wise, she is my oldest, I've never worried about her and she's been fine. She appositely the kind of person that, if she was a human, would ether being an amazing successful business woman, or an arsonist. No one would be about to know until it was too late.
Alternately, for the past year and a half I've raised a puppy I've smartly named Rabbit (after award winning film main character Roger Rabbit). He is a boxer pitbull (I think????) I got off Craigslist so that I wouldn't have to tell my then landlord and pay pet fees. All amazing factors I know. I got him when he was just 3 months old. I've never raised a baby animal, I found my cat when she was under a year but she had kittens by then so it was like adopting a teen mom. She never prepared me for the emotional toil of having a "youngest". I'm not even talking about the overwhelming stress of raising a puppy, the piss and training. The emotional damage that lest me unwilling to leave anything at his level despite him no longer being in the "terrible fucking awful baby who eats everything always, fuck you" phase. He's well over a year old now but no where near "grown", if you catch my drift.
I realized growing into an adult, my mother had already thrown one of her two children out of the nest, and was less willing to do it again. I'm the baby and I'm a mama's baby, for SURE. I didn't want to be but I became one against my will, I just love my mom SO UFciK M UcH. It helps that I live a 10 minute drive from my mommy and my older brother lives in hippy-smelling Yellowsprings Ohio, which is about an hour away. I would never leave my mamma, nooo! How could I! I need her! What if I get sick??? What if my water bill is weird and I don't know who to call? What if I have to go to the hospital? I need my mom there!
Do you notice the correlation quite yet?
I'm saying Being the youngest is like having a cat and adopting a puppy.
My dog is grown, I've down a shitty, but acceptable job at training him, he's sort of socialized and healthy. One thing I kind of fucked up though, which I now share with my mom, is I love him too much. This isn't a bad flaw but now I have a 50 pound dog that cries while I'm petting him because I'm not using two hands.
Rabbit the dog would crumble in a heap if I left him somewhere for too long. If my mom went on vacation for too long I'd probably accidentally make chlorine gas and die. I see so much of myself in my dog in that way.
Which means, We're both kind of fucked. Neither of us is the strong one, I raised a baby bird like me. If I had adopted a grown dog from a shelter like I honestly should have dog, they probably would be hardened and tough and understanding on my soft shitty nature. Instead me AND my dog get freaked out when there's fireworks.
I'm in no way saying I regret getting and having the dog I have, I wouldn't dream of a world where he wasn't in my life. I'm saying I done fucked up a good boy, he's coddled, and it shows when I take him out. Other dogmoms judge me when a dog snapped at him and he SCREAMS and all 50 pounds jumps into my arms. I have to be like "No, no! He wasn't abused or anything, I've him since he was a baby! He's just a giant pussy because I put wild flower honey in his food because he was sweet like a bumble bee!" It's not a great look.
Anyway does anyone else have this problem as a youngest?
Lets talk
- Edwin
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