I have realised that my blog yesterday implied that my children were in some way to be compared to a dog.
By saying that I could fill the void they were leaving as they departed for university with a hound, I inadvertently indicated equivalence.
How could I have been so rude and so wrong?
Let me state unambiguously that:
My children eat with knives and forks instead of just plunging their noses into a large metal bowl.
They refuse to sleep in a large basket in the corner of the kitchen.
Carenza hates country walks.
We do not have to carry a plastic bag in case one of them performs in the street.
Pascoe never chases cars down the road.
I rarely have to take Perran to the vet.
I have never caught the twins smelling their friends’ bottoms.
On the down side, however, they never bring me my slippers and the newspaper when I arrive home, and they seem pretty lack-lustre about guarding the house.