The dog is pacing again, she's driving me crazy. Every winter she gets like this; clickety clack across the kitchen, into the living room and back to the kitchen, staring and whining at the door, begging to go out yet again.
I don't know if it's nerves or confusion or latent memories of her puppy days. It's not because she wants to be out in the snow, not anymore anyway. She loved it once, she'd run her nose through pile of fluff and jump like a rabbit through the drifts, running and barking and begging the kids to join her.
Now she goes out and she comes back in. She snatches her treat and wanders downstairs, then comes back within minutes to pace and whine again.
I wonder if she does it while we're gone all day. Surely not, she definitely expects some result, and she's smart enough to know that nothing's going to happen if no one is here to listen.
So what is it she really wants, another treat, a change of scenery, or does she just hope every minute that surely it will be different this time?
I can relate to that I guess, in the midst of a storm night obsession of watching the weather over and over, of wondering if there's going to be a snow day, as if my attention will make any difference in what the final result will be.
Coax the dog downstairs, turn off the tv, and convince us both to accept whatever will be.
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