From time to time, I start to worry that Tinky-Winky is going deaf. So to test it, I call her.
Yesterday, I tried calling her several times. Outside the house. Inside the house. When she was busy. When she was not busy. When she was alert and when she was bored.
Nothing.
She never once turned her head to look at me.
Oh no! My dog is deaf! Whatever shall I do?
Oh well. Being dinner time, I took some cheese out of the fridge.
Immediately, the dog came galloping from the other end of the house. Deaf, eh? She's not the least bit deaf. She can hear cheese for miles. Turns out she was just ignoring me the whole day.
Sigh...
At bedtime, it had gotten quite cold, so I put my heating pad under the sheets to warm up my spot before bed. Then I went to brush my teeth and so on.
When I came back, the dog was lying on the bed... right on top of my heating pad.
Sigh...
Frankly, if this is my best friend, I'm glad I don't have very many friends. Or to draw a less cynical conclusion, she's lucky she's a dog, because as a human she'd be a real bitch. Then again, "cynical" comes from the Greek "kunos" meaning "dog", so many cynicism is the best way to look at it.
Oh well. I still love you, bitchy-witchy. (Yes, that is actually one of the nicknames I call her.)
Yesterday, I tried calling her several times. Outside the house. Inside the house. When she was busy. When she was not busy. When she was alert and when she was bored.
Nothing.
She never once turned her head to look at me.
Oh no! My dog is deaf! Whatever shall I do?
Oh well. Being dinner time, I took some cheese out of the fridge.
Immediately, the dog came galloping from the other end of the house. Deaf, eh? She's not the least bit deaf. She can hear cheese for miles. Turns out she was just ignoring me the whole day.
Sigh...
At bedtime, it had gotten quite cold, so I put my heating pad under the sheets to warm up my spot before bed. Then I went to brush my teeth and so on.
When I came back, the dog was lying on the bed... right on top of my heating pad.
Sigh...
Frankly, if this is my best friend, I'm glad I don't have very many friends. Or to draw a less cynical conclusion, she's lucky she's a dog, because as a human she'd be a real bitch. Then again, "cynical" comes from the Greek "kunos" meaning "dog", so many cynicism is the best way to look at it.
Oh well. I still love you, bitchy-witchy. (Yes, that is actually one of the nicknames I call her.)
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