The Problem Isn’t That Men Are Dogs – It’s That They’re Not
I heard the phrase, "men are dogs" the other day, and it dawned on me that that is the most inaccurate phrase out there. The problem isn't that men are dogs, it's that they aren't.
Think about it for a minute. If your man truly was a dog, he'd spend all day at home thinking about you and dreaming about the moment you got home. And then when you got home, he would race to the door as if it had been months since he had seen you.
If your man really was a dog, he'd be knocking things over just to see you. And, the minute you got home, all he would want to do is kiss you. He'd be wagging his tail and yelping about how much he missed you.
And the next time you want to say 'men are dogs', think about this. If he was, he'd spend all day hoping and praying that you'd take him for a long walk, and the longer the walk the better. He would love taking a ride in the car with you, no matter where you have to go or how long it will take.
And when was the last time you spilled your drink or dropped some food and your man jumped right up to clean it up? And how about the last time he sat there and watched whatever TV show you wanted to watch and the only thing that mattered to him was that you were right there next to him.
So, I'll say it again. The problem isn't men are dogs. It's that they're not.