“You could build a casino from what people don’t get about luck.”
I am amazed at my own consideration. I am good with, for and by dogs, but I have never been this sensitive to a dog’s emotional needs. This is DISC-my-way in action, with the understanding that normal dogs are virtually all Sociable and not much else. Labs and other working breeds are Sd and we had an English Coon Hound who was Sc, a bitchy queen of proprieties, but dogs love what they live for – love, ideally expressed with food.
So yesterday I was doing sightlines from imaginary furniture to figure out what Cleo will be able to see in the new house. She’s still sofa-bound, but she patrols the top of the sofa to monitor the activities she is not directly participating in.
She can’t see the kitchen at all, right now, but of course she is fascinated by it, since noises there frequently result in snacks for the whole family. She has trained her night watchman to perk up at the sound of the microwave beeping.
From her perch atop the sofa, Cleo will be able to see all of our office when we move, but only a tiny slice of the kitchen. We’re calling this phenomenon Plato’s Kitchen, given that Miss Chioux is the undisputed mistress of unfounded inferences.
But dogs are toddlers and toddlers are participants. We will situate the furniture so that Cleo can participate as much as possible in the world whirling all around her. And when she drowses, she can dream of what might next emerge from the mystical, magical kitchen.
In other news:
Brad Polumbo: Walgreens is abandoning San Francisco because leftist policies created a shoplifting crisis.
RedState.com: Chinese Military Operation Leaves US Officials Dumbfounded.
Clarice Feldman: School Boards and Idiots.
