My mom took me to the pottery studio again. She enjoys my company and (let’s not kid ourselves) says she doesn’t feel as guilty when I come along. “I hate leaving you alone in your crate,” she says.
Watching my mom make cylinders is SO boring. She has so little talent and so much motivation. I guess it’s the human equivalent of a dog with a bone..or a new toy.
Fortunately, my mom has begun to realize that I need to be entertained. Today she brought along the Santa toy that we got from my wonderful Aunt Sara. Now there’s someone who knows how to choose a dog gift! Maybe she’ll suggest a new leash to my mom next time. Is that a hint?
I’m having fun. It’s about as meaningful as my mom’s pottery activity, takes up a lot less space and doesn’t lead to a lot of misshapen objects that get foisted on her friends.