Replaced by a Dog: This was the tome I proposed to write as I clawed my way out of post-divorce depression. And all clichés aside,
a dog really is better than a man. Oh there are the obvious canine characteristics – the adoring gaze, the unconditional love, the warmth and affection – that make Fido man’s best friend. But what about the dearth of dirty socks? The unbridled appreciation for the way I smell? He begs without angst. And never leaves the seat up. Yes, Dear Reader, a dog is better than a man.
The dog does not care that I tend to chatter when nervous. Nope, just listens with interest (ok, sometimes he falls asleep too). He never questions my social schedule – nope, just follows (although I’d punt a man who was always at my heels). And doesn’t complain about my style, humor, career choices – he really just worships me.
The men I met when I was young exhibited this puppyish adoration. It made me feel like I was actually perfect. But they did me a disservice. Drool is not a solid basis for a relationship. Adulation is an exhilarating jumping off point, but then it’s all downhill.
The men I meet today examine potential soul mates with FAR greater scrutiny. And wisely too. We have a responsibility to choose more carefully, and to exercise the benefits of our experience, and to safeguard our blossoming, but fragile, emotional health. We should adhere to the well-considered rules we have established for ourselves accurately and faithfully. They are based on hard won intelligence. We must give exactly what we are willing and able to give – and make no promises that we can provide more.
Going into a relationship knowing what we know is terrifying. So maybe the dog is not better than a man, just safer.