Monday, December 17, 2012

What's that you say?

Our old lady dog, Scout, has entered the terrible teenage years.  Or so it seems, as she's acting a lot like my fourteen and seventeen year old boys.  While she's eleven in dog years, she's pulling very teenage-esque tricks.  What exactly do I mean?  Well, she's perfected the art of selective hearing.  Now, we tend to buy into it because, after all, she's blind in one eye, so why not expect that she'd have some hearing issues as well, right?

So, here's what she does.  And, by the way, she's not too smart about it.

Me or Dave:  "Scout, come in."

Scout:  Looks at us briefly, then jumps off the deck and runs the other way.  I can totally see the "What did you say?" voice bubble floating above her head.

Me or Dave:  "Scout, stop licking the dishes in the dishwasher!"

Scout:  "Nom, nom, nom."  That translates into "I hear nothing, I hear nothing!  This is yummy!"

But...every morning when I pull out the jar of mixed nuts, turn the lid, and accidentally on purpose drop several hazel nuts (What is the point of those nuts?  Nasty!) on to the floor, that old lady comes running quick as she can.

...but then the sweet girl can't find the darn things because of her partial blindness, so I tap the floor to help her out.

You're so busted, Scout, but I'll happily play this game of yours with you forever.

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