This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Has anyone ever told you that you have selective hearing? Did you hear them when they said this? Or did you choose not to? Are you even listening right now?
So yesterday, Boy Person had the observation that I could have been having a problem hearing. They tell me it’s time to get up in the morning and I don’t hear that. They tell me that it is time to go outside and use the bathroom before bed. I don’t hear that either. The persons thought that maybe it was because I am getting older. I will in fact be ten years young next year. Brickle too. Although he will not admit it.
The persons kept looking at me and wondering if I needed a hearing aid. Did I need them to speak louder? What could they do?
They were feeling so bad about it that Girl Person decided to get a treat from the cabinet and as she opened the bag ever so gently, I forgot I was putting on a show and jumped up. I mean, the treats are that good.
All of a sudden, the persons looked at each other and knew the answer. I could hear just fine. When I wanted to. Yet, they weren’t mad. No, they just said that it was a good thing I was ok. And yet, I am not sure what the big deal is. Persons have selective hearing all the time!
You see, even if something like a pot pie is right in front of them, and talking to their belly, because pot pies always talk to your belly, they won’t even hear it.
They may be focused on something else. Like pizza. Or a hamburger. Or spaghetti. And they may think that all of that is better. But maybe they should be more open minded and think about something like the pot pie that may end up being better for them. Just sayin.
Being a senior makes for some hard days when it is not so easy to get up or to get comfortable. Some days I wish I had a button to turn back the paws of time.
Sometimes, I wish that I was younger and I remember the days where things were a lot easier, when I remembered more and when I felt a bit better. But being a senior also makes for persons being more patient, and giving you the benefit of the doubt. But never doubt I won’t hear the dinner bell. Do people actually have dinner bells?
I think that’s made up like a dressed up pancake on a cold dinner plate. I don’t know what that means. But I am a senior. It must be filled with wisdom.
We will be near Tampa, Florida until the end of December. We are navigating thru our choices..Italy…The RV…somewhere else…stay tuned
-Deputy Digby Pancake
