Saturday, 16 May 2020

Day Twenty One

I have discussed my daughter’s fascistic tendencies before. I am convinced if we lived in different times that her love of rules would have seen her indocrinated into the Hitler Youth in a flash. There’s little doubt she would have sold me and her dad down the river, the little Nazi.

We get told off. For doing things we shouldn’t. For not doing things we said we should. For not doing things we said we should when we said we would. You get the picture.

We have a labrador. A patient, well-behaved, 11-year-old labrador. He’s only lived with us for nine months, but he’s part of the family.

My girl is in charge of his food. Boy, oh boy, is she in charge of his food. He receives a cup of dried dog food in the morning, meticulously measured to the line, and the same again in the evening. Once every three days, he is allowed a small treat. 

If my daughter hears the cupboard being opened and the rustle of the snack packet (which she can do from several rooms away), her accusatory voice rings out: “Jazz is NOT allowed a treat today. He WILL NOT get overweight.”

People with Prader-Willi Syndrome have to have their food intake strictly controlled, to prevent them becoming morbidly obese. Their bodies don’t convert fat to muscle efficiently, so have to be on less calories than average, which is especially challenging as they never physically feel full up. 

I think my PWS daughter, whose own mealtime and snack regime is so rigid, is enjoying being in control. She has no real agency over her food, so she’s channelling her inner frustration to take a controlling interest in the dog’s diet.

Today, Jazz, being a labrador, rebelled. At lunchtime, my son had a slice of bread cut up into soldiers sitting next to his soup bowl - a little too close to the edge of the table. The dog spotted his chance, and snaffled a finger of bread.

He got told off, in no uncertain terms.

“It’s just not good enough. You will be banned from the house for a day for this behaviour,” my girl informed him.

Harsh. So very harsh.

(I let him back in. I’m not a monster).

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