Was That You? Living With Dogs
Living in a relatively remote area and working from home (13 years now) means I enjoy the luxury of being with my dogs nearly 24/7. That doesn’t mean I’m mentally present for them all the time, but I am around for them. I do get to say, “Hey, buddy.” or “Who wants a snack?” throughout the day.
Granted, my questions could just as easily include:
- What’s that noise / smell / commotion?
- Do you really need to go out AGAIN?
- How do you expect me to think when you keep interrupting me?
Often, the dogs aren’t at all subtle when making their needs known.
For example, this very second … as I type this sentence, Ginko is standing three feet to my right, squeaking at me. “Squeaking” is our word for incessant crying or whining.
I don’t know if it’s age or strange weather or what, but Ginko has NOT adjusted to the time change this time around. I’d ask him what’s wrong right now, but I know the answer. He thinks it’s time to eat. He is an hour early.
Oh, wait! He just flopped to the ground in a default DOWN. He really is trying to be polite and patient, but I know that the second I shift in my chair or stop typing that he’ll pop up, squeaking … thinking I’m going to feed him.
We have our quiet moments as well. The other night, right on the verge of dosing off, I heard a noise. The trouble is that I truly could NOT tell if it was my tummy growling or Lilly snoring that awoke me.
I hate being woken up, but when I realized in my sleepy haze that I didn’t know which one of us had made the sound, I decided it was the height of togetherness as I mumbled to Lilly, “Was that you?” before drifting off in earnest.