If you were a dog, would you want to be an outside dog or an inside dog? A big dog or a little dog? A dog with responsibilities or a pet without a care in the world? I’m watching our two sleep the day away, and I’m just a teensy bit jealous. Only a teensy bit. I think they’re sleeping because they’re bored. I’m not entertaining them. (I’m working. Clearly.) I’m not sure I’d want to be a dog if it meant (as it must) giving up reading. And talking. Somebody asked me the other day if all this working from home is isolating. I don’t feel particularly isolated. I’m not talking as much as I would if I were in the office, but I don’t think I’m making up for it when John gets home. (John may disagree.) I don’t feel starved for human contact. I talk to the dogs (although not as much as you might think), and I spend plenty of time emailing and calling work people for work stuff. In fact, I think I spend too much time on that and not enough time on what I wanted to get done in the quiet of home. Hey, if I turn into a dog, I won’t have to work. Unless I’m a working dog. But working dogs always seem to enjoy their jobs, so maybe that would be okay.
Melvin?
Be a cat. Poop in a box, lay in the sunshine, ruin some furniture. You could be completely useless, and yet, somehow, loved and cared for. Strange.
I see you talk to your dogs, but do you ever sing to them? Like, maybe, when they’re following you around and begging for your breakfast:
My banana, my banana … my banana …
Zannah
Evil.
Melvin?
You never responded when I sent you this link in an email, so here it is again: http://www.boreme.com/posting.php?id=29391
Zannah
Oh, that’s adorable. And so MEAN. And I do not remember getting that in an email. Did not mean to ignore you.
Melvin?
Totally fine. It’s become part of our lexicon now. “Yeah? Yeah? The maple kind, yeah?”
“Covered it with what?”
🙂 Love, love, love it.