And silence returned
The infomercial is already available, with catch phrases that evoke “Hours of fun for the whole family”. The happiest of all; the family dog. Yes, she who owns the couch has received a new toy for Christmas. Complete with wrapping paper. But there’s a downside to every story, and as I write she is on a quest. The toy has been placed in timeout; away from searching eyes and pained ears.
Shouldn’t toys come with a warning about being too loud? I mean doggy toys. For hours, we’ve been under an auditory assault. Think of your favourite rubber duckie, on steroids. That’s how loud. It’s as if she has a surrogate voice, and years of being ignored in polite conversation are now being redeemed. We finally played the distraction game, with some good food.
These are the old one. You’ll notice the gaping holes. That’s where the soundmaker used to reside. The other members of the family believed that the squawk simply gets chewed into submission. Not so, as we learned during a period of “true confessions” last evening. Son #2 has intervened in the past, with careful laryngectomies using a pointed object. Late night operations, that bought several months of peace each time. Oh, the toys were still fun, just not so much.
Timeout will end sometime after the visitors have left and the big meal of the day has been digested in calmer tones. She will have to find something else to distract all and sundry, or many she can simply sleep. After all, it works every other day.
