I don’t know what it is with teenagers, but
sometimes often, less is definitely more.
Especially with boys.
On Christmas Eve, the teens came for dinner with Tucker in tow. Tucker got walked right away as soon as they arrived so we could eat with a calm(er)(ish) Sniff Inspector later. This at least was the intension but, um… Ok. Let’s not talk about it. 😂
He got some turkey juices and ham bits on his kibble which may or may not have increased his senses of potential wishful thinking for more but we managed to get through the meal relatively unscathed. 😛
Later, Tucker wanted out. He sat at the kitchen door and waited with the *I’m a poor Beagle who doesn’t get what he wants* look on his face for a human to open the door.
I was rinsing a dish when my son came into the kitchen and asked if he could let him out.
“Only if you go out with him and supervise,” I answered. “And wipe him after.”
There are both coyotes and a skunk in the area and I didn’t want any drama. 🙃
My son debated if putting his shoes and jackets on to stand around in the muddy backyard was worth the trouble when he reapproached me and suggested maybe he’d take him for a little walk instead.
I thought it was a great idea and said yes.
I just sat down and was about to Google a menu of a new restaurant we talked about earlier when I thought, should I go with them?
I wanted to go for a walk, just the two of us with Tucker. But asking to do something with my teenage boy often results in rejection, which I can appreciate after 2 years of constant parental togetherness what with this endless pandemic and its constant restrictions.
But it was Christmas Eve and I hadn’t seen him since last Tuesday, so I took a chance.
“Would you like some company?” I said with just a touch of trepidation.
To my surprise, the boy said yes! 🥰
So we both got ready while Tucker whined and complained at the front door and began our walk. 🐾
Tucker was so hyper and tugging so much that at one point I tied the leash around my waist to use my body weight against the 27 pound Beagle. We did a loop through the neighbourhood and walked into a small park, carefully avoiding the muddy grass by staying on the path. As we got closer to the end part of our street we noticed that Tucker was not tired yet.
“Do you want to keep going a while or do you want to head back?”
My son was into walking more. With me! 🎉 It almost felt like a Christmas miracle! ✨🎄✨
For him to want to spend more time with me was so heartwarming, I can’t begin to express how much this meant to me. 🥰
The neighbourhood is going through a major transformation and almost every older home is being torn down and rebuilt into a giant mansion. We had some interesting chats, my son and I, about the cost of building, heating and cooling, and maintaining such large homes. It’s a preoccupying sentiment for both of us because we live/d in a very cramped space for so long that it affected the family dynamic and inhibited much of my creative desires for years.
But again, the less is more approach worked in my favor. The entire walk was spent mostly not talking, just enjoying each other’s company with occasional comments followed by silence and, of course, many bursts of Tucker redirective commentary.
Because puppy. 😱
Seriously, must he walk in every ditch? What is wrong with walking on a nice, dry (aka not muddy) residential street? And what is so interesting in the pipes below the driveways for him to have to stick his head into each time? 🤔🙄😄
Point is, I got to connect with my boy in ways that I cherish so much given the difficulties we’ve experienced over the past couple of years especially. It almost feels like we’ve turned a corner.
I’ll take it, thank you.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go clean up some Christmas clutter.
Enjoy your holiday!