Twinkle toes and the guilt trip
January 24th 2012 11:22
Don't call me, I'll call you.
Little Boss used to be a ballet dancer. She was a star, travelling all over the planet dancing famous roles with a world-class ballet company.
Her feet and my feet, along with her coordination and my coordination, have nothing in common.
But not even Little Boss can tread as softly as Larry Greyhound. Since joining the household recently, he’s learnt processes and procedures; causes and effects.
One of the things he’s learnt is that if he strolls into the study while Big Boss is doing important things on the computer, such as playing patience, he gets a pat.
It may not be a long pat. A head scratch, followed by a chin tickle followed by an ear fondle would be the norm. Fifteen seconds. Card games demand attention and vigilance.
Tonight, however, I realised just how softly Larry moves about the house. My attention was attracted by movement to the side of the desk, and I looked to see Larry … walking away. He’d obviously approached some time earlier to say hello and grab a quick scratch and tickle. He had stood patiently for some time, and he’d been ignored.
I’d noticed him too late. I think I heard a sigh of disappointment as he moved away.
“Larry,” I said, “I’m so sorry. Come back and I’ll give you a nice big pat.”
Larry didn’t exactly walk out of the room, but he didn’t turn around, either. He strolled over near the door, flopped to the carpet, issued another meaningful sigh, and closed his eyes.
Guilt city. That will teach me to pay more attention. Maybe we should have named him Dancer.
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Comment by INDIOSDAD
Please go easy on yourself. This is a new hound and he will have you properly trained before you know it. Larry looks like a very patient task master and I am sure you will get the hang of it soon.
Jerry
Comment by Chris Champion
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Very patient indeed, bark, bark, wag.
Larry