Today I had to try gluing my rearview mirror back to the windshield again. Because I was engaged in preliminary indoor work, scraping and cleaning the little steel plate which is what actually gets affixed (allegedly) to the glass, Emma prudently withdrew to her pen in my office, on the chance I might gouge myself or drop something hard on my foot. At such times Daddy’s special words are liable to come out. At a very special volume (i.e., high.)
Having wrapped that up – fingers crossed it’ll actually hold this time, ha, ha – I decided it was time we went for a walk. Following a clever practice taught me by my good friend Karly in St. Louis, I keep water bottles in the freezer so I’ll be assured of cold water on walks. Since it’s not as warm as it might be, although fairly warm out today, I decided to go ahead and get one out to start thawing while I changed clothes and whatnot.
It was just a matter of taking the bottle out of the freezer and slipping it into the pocket of my kidney-belt water carrier. Made little noise to speak of that I could hear. Yet here comes Emma trotting out of the far side of the house, perky at the anticipation of going for a walk.
She knew. Not only did she hear the little tiny noises I made, she correctly identified those nondescript sounds as Daddy Preparing to Walk.
Amazing.
Guinevere is the same way. She has totally twigged the little signals that mean we are going for a walk, versus we are going to the park, versus we are getting up to go to work.
Also, she knows the difference between the sound of the container in which we keep the cheese from the sound of every other plastic container in the house.
Dogs are amazing creatures.