She got mad at me for not listening this morning. She grabbed my face and spoke in that
spooky quiet voice that means “I’m very angry and trying hard to control myself
right now.” She got mad and I didn’t
even realize that there was a problem.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t listening to her yell “Come, Gracie, Come right
now!” it was just that it was background noise. I couldn’t really hear her over the siren call of the French
fries lying in the grass combined with the thrill of approaching dogs to go
greet. So I wasn’t trying to be bad
or ignore her. Her message just
didn’t get through.
That’s the thing with this whole talking bit. I have to be a) paying attention, b)
know what the words mean, and c) able to understand her, and d) willing to
engage in the conversation. That’s
a lot of requirements to be fulfilled all of the time. She just assumes that her voice is the
only one I’m paying attention to.
What she doesn’t realize is that there’s the lull of the wind, the noise
of traffic, the swish of other dog tails wagging, and the screams of cat food
lying in the grass all competing for my attention. I know that she carries treats for me, but frankly, given
the choice between carrot slices and French fries…I mean come on, I’m not an
idiot!
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Wait…what was I saying?
Sorry, I got lost in the scent of my stuffed toy for a
second and distracted by the bird outside…were we having a conversation?
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