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The Dog/Time Continuum My dogs tell time. They don’t use clocks, either. But I use clocks, and I’m reminded of their accuracy daily. 10:58 or 11:00 or 11:03 AM – they come to my chair or to my room or into the kitchen to remind me of the time. First, they stare … and wait for action. If I don’t respond promptly, they go further. One of them bounces up and down. Wow. Another directs my attention to the dog food drum - “Hey! Over here, over here!” The shy one stands aside with his tail waving back and forth like a metronome. And they love me even MORE as I place their bowls in front of them. There’s no chatting. They get right down to business. The Dog Show begins again at 5:55 or 6:06 or 6:07 PM. Sometimes, as I scoop the kibble into those metal bowls, I wonder, “Would they be so punctual if I were to begin serving up fruit cocktail and lima beans or red Jell-O?" I think they would continue to love me, to come to me for belly rubs and ear scratches. But I could be wrong. Maybe, just maybe, our relationships are balanced on mere bags of Costco chicken and brown rice with glucosamine and fatty acids and flax seed. I find that a depressing thought … although their food is highly rated by DogFoodAdvisor. ~ ~ ~ 21 lines prompt: every-day task, expanding awareness |