I'm an enabler. I was much worse before. I have probably spent $300,000 in payroll the people I knew were going to smoke, drink or coke up the money. But I needed help and they needed money. The good news is that they helped me recycle about 15,000 tons of building materials. So I enabled these useless jackasses to actually accomplish something in their lives.
Lately I've been enabling one relative, but mostly just enabling him to survive his downward spiral. That will be completely cut off when I fly out of here in 12 days. He will have to survive on his own for three months. His phone was in my name a couple months ago, because he had ruined his own and all of his aliases. So I'm feeling a whole lot less entangled.
And I just realized this is in dogs and cats. I saw the fat guy and thought it was drivel. :-)
Edit. I enabled my dog Peggy to live a life of luxury, without ever having to worry about where her next meal would come from or how she would get from place to place. It was all settled the moment we took her home. She decided that I was her new dad forever. And that's okay, because she was a dog. My dad used to bring home stray humans, and they would attach themselves to him in much the same way. Everybody thought Peggy was just fine, a beautiful example of a nice family pet. I don't recall ever hearing anything that nice about my dad's collection of lapdogs.
I am an enabler of friends. I allow neurotic women to befriend me then I make excuses for their unfair behaviour and let them walk all over me. I attract them like a magnet. It has lead to some real heartache. I am working on keeping friendships more vague. I do have a best friend, for 55 years😊but she lives in the UK and I miss her enormously. She is such a giving person. I love my Jo!
Having your father bring home waifs and dteays myst have out a real drain on your family relationships?
Back to critters though, this is my son with one of my deoendents, Benny Boo
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Location: Victoria British Columbia-Canada
posted 1 year ago
My daughter's little pomeranian is like an addict when he knows I have chicken or beef. He just goes completely nuts and he'll walk over her face to get to it. There have been times when I've come to visit and they've been sitting comfortably on the couch with her doing her work or watching something on her computer and him snuggled up beside. He scrambles out so fast that he knocks stuff over in order to see what I have brought.
If I mention the word chicken, he jumps up and runs in circles. If I human behaved like that, we'd tell them to stop it or they're not getting any.
I'm dog sitting right now, and he heard me say chicken into my voice to text. So now he's standing in front of me expectantly. I'm still in bed and nice and warm. Now I have to get up and go to the fridge or he won't be able to function. :-)
Sometimes I toss little pieces of chicken into the grass. He works a pattern and finds them all, but then that little crackhead will spend half an hour going over and over and over the spot to make sure that nothing has been missed. He is really lazy when it comes to exercise, so sometimes this is how it's done.