In my relationship with my wife, I alternate between feeling some days like a teddy bear and other days like a dog. Some days, I seem to just do and say the right things that will get a lot of appreciation from her. Those days I am treated like a teddy bear. I am hugged, and kissed, I am cuddled, get a hot cup of chocolate and even some brownies. Other days, no matter how hard I try, I seem not to be able to get a syllable across, instead, I hear all the things that I have done wrong since I was born. Those days I am sent straight to the dog's house and I am given the silent treatment for hours on end. Those days, I feel like a dog.
While she was in the hospital, someone gave her a little soft, bean-filled, brown, barking dog (batteries not included). The dog sits with its face looking up to you and has a broad smile of its face. The best of it is its little tail. It looks as if it is ready to wag for any reason. I can't say that its just a dog, because it really is a beautiful little stuffed dog. My wife liked it so much that she kept it in her toys collection all this time.
Another person brought as a present a beautiful white teddy bear with black eyes. Its body is soft, its features resemble those of little children and call up a reaction of tenderness. The best part of teddy is its brown button nose, barely noticeable when it is sitting up.
These toys made me think of the opposite extremes of my experience as a care giver with my wife.
Some days I am a dog and other days a teddy bear.
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