I Became The Dog In An All Female Household __link__ ✦ Official & Instant

The oldest sister, Elena, is the academic. She’s the one who looks at me with a suspicious glint in her eye, as if she suspects there’s a human soul trapped behind my brown eyes. She reads her poetry to me. It’s actually quite good, though I find it hard to concentrate when there’s a squirrel taunting me from the window.

I have consumed more half-eaten salads and rejected granola bars in the last three years than in the rest of my life combined. And I wag my tail (metaphorically) every time. i became the dog in an all female household

It started subtly. I moved in with three women—my sister, her best friend, and a quiet art student named Maya who only emerges for oat milk and existential dread. I thought I was joining a democracy. I was wrong. I had entered a matriarchy, and in that ecosystem, there are only two roles: the cat or the dog. The oldest sister, Elena, is the academic

At the bottom? That’s me.