Mom asked her classmate Megan to take a picture of us. She’s wearing a pottery smock thing (they keep some hanging on the door and she just grabbed one). There’s where Mom was working.
“It’s a pottery wheel, Gracie,” Mom explained.
“It’s noisy,” I wanted to say. “This place is not fun for a dog. There’s a big thing that roars and gives off heat. There are all these shiny floors. Nothing for a dog to do.”
“Keesha, my first dog, used to sleep while I worked,” Mom said wistfully.
“Keesha was older,” I wanted to remind her. “Anyway, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m Gracie, your dog du jour.” Dogs get a little sarcastic when we’re bored.
“Isn’t this better than being home in your crate?” Mom said. “Look at all the attention you get.”
Maybe a tie vote.