Eerie
This morning did not start well. Lynettea received a
prompt from her writer’s course and grimaced. I couldn't see the prompt at
first, but while she was putting her Weetbix in her plate and pouring that
unhealthy soy milk on top, I managed to look at the email on her phone. Not
good news. I hastily ate some of my breakfast and requested her to take me
outside. It is a lovely day here, with warm sunshine resting on my petunias and
the other plants.
She needs to go out and I must remember that. Fresh air
and exercise. All good.
At last she was ready to go. As I got her to buckle on
the halter, I hoped she had not taken too much notice of the prompt. 'Imagine
you are a god for the day and make everything happen as you want.' Usually I
only have to use my VOICE OF COMMAND a few times during the day. Today, what
would happen?
We walked towards the first test, the rat hole in the
fence at the back of the vegetable bed. We are growing rocket, perpetual
lettuce, Asian greens, spring onions and chives, with a parsley bush going to
seed, a chilli bush and two soybean plants.
'No, Sasha, come back. I don't want you anywhere near the
rat hole.'
Instead of tugging on the lead, I felt an eerie sense of
compulsion and walked OBEDIENTLY down the path to the front gate.
Lynettea said, ‘It would be nice for you to take a walk
down the street, Sasha.'
She knows I only like to go out after dark. Again I felt
that eerie sense of compulsion and walked straight down the steps and into the
street. Strangely enough, I didn't even feel nervous. It was quiet and no one
else was there. Usually we see people walking and cars rushing past.
After we had a pleasant stroll in the street, we went
back into the garden and I inspected the back fence. When I leapt up, Lynettea
said, as usual, ‘Don’t jump, Sasha.'
Then she held me up for a bit and said I was warm and
soft. I let her hold me without telling her, by wriggling, ‘I am not a toy.'
After this, she suggested we go in and I OBEDIENTLY ran straight into my
outdoor enclosure.
I thought I might rest somewhere out of sight for the remainder of the day. Things were getting out of hand.
LATER: I wake
up from where I am sleeping under the fur throw and realize it is time for
Lynettea to stop working on the computer. I put my paws up towards her shoulder
and use the VOICE OF COMMAND to tell her to stop.
Ah! Good! She gets up. ‘Oh Sasha, where have you been?’
Things are back to normal.
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