Talk to the animals
My mom kept insisting that the animals spoke to her while she was here watching them. Arlene told her she wanted to go in the backyard and wanted her to pick up the poo. Mom said she even scooted the dog bags over to her. Loca told her she was going to be alright when she fell in the bathroom.
Well, we’re starting to think my mom isn’t so crazy. I was telling T that we can’t keep Wolfie because she was tilting the scale of domestic harmony and we have a baby on the way and so we need to be downsizing. Then Wolfie started acting shy around me, and then she ran into a trailer hitch on the back of our neighbor’s car and got a cut above her eye and looked really pathetic. So then I felt like a heel and I told her, what the heck, okay, alright, already, you can stay.
Then we were speaking in the kitchen about maybe trying to get Loca to graduate out of her kennel and letting Arlene sleep in there because she is pacing so much and despite having isolated her to the bathroom at night she gets trapped behind the toilet. But I didn’t want her to get in the kennel and get weirded out. As if she heard us, she went and got in Loca’s kennel and laid down. She’s never been in there before. So last night, she slept there and Loca slept on a little round rug in the corner of the bedroom.
Just goes to show you that every being is aware – you think they aren’t – you think you are not overheard, understood, being watched – but animals hear you.