I Became The Dog In An All Female Household [2021] Site

The cats are the women. They are elegant, independent, and territorial. They take long baths, leave cryptic sticky notes on the fridge (“Who finished the hummus? 👀”), and can go silent for hours while radiating judgment. I, on the other hand, am the dog.

I used to think living with women would be complicated. Emotional. Full of passive-aggressive dish warfare. And okay, sometimes it is. But mostly, it’s warm. It’s loud in the best way. There’s always music playing, always someone to talk to, always a random baked good appearing on the counter for no reason. i became the dog in an all female household

I am the dog of this house.

In a house of women, words are abundant. Too abundant. Debates about which Real Housewife is the most toxic can last three hours. I have learned that a single, well-timed sigh from the couch speaks volumes. It says, “I am here. I support you. Please stop yelling about Lisa Rinna.” The cats are the women