Why shouldn't I complain?

I’m beginning to realize that it’s really not a good idea having a geriatric dog and a hyperactive pup at the same time. I am struggling. Some people have told me that since it was my decision to adopt Mary Jane and Jessie, now I have to accept the situation come what may, and not complain.

Why shouldn’t I complain, is what I want to know. Sure, I adopted them. Everything else I did not do nor ask for. I didn’t ask for a deaf dog. I didn’t ask for Betty and Isaac to be born. I didn’t ask for Betty and Isaac to die. I didn’t ask for Mary Jane to have bladder problems. I didn’t ask for an ADHD pup. Perhaps with the exception of Betty and Isaac being born, everything else that happened were beyond my control.

It’s like telling me if I decide to buy a car, then I shouldn’t complain about jams or reckless drivers or accidents. Just because I make a decision about something, doesn’t mean I lose my right to complain. It may turn out to be the right decision, or the wrong decision. That’s not the point. The point is that I sometimes just need to vent. I’m not asking for help. I’m venting. That’s all.

Would I do anything differently if I could go back in time? Probably not. What little time I had or still have with my furry friends I really cherish and I would do it all over again even if I knew I would lose them some day. Would I continue to complain? You bet!

You see, in the end I am a human being, not a dog. I need an outlet to air my frustrations and grievances. Most importantly, unlike Mary Jane and Jessie, I have no one looking after me, feeding me, cleaning up after me, loving me. I’m handling everything on my own. So cut me some slack and let me complain once in a while!

You know what the real irony is here? I’m complaining about having the right to complain!