I’m at the beach, catching up on writing. Hans and the kids are taking turns coming down whenever they can, but the girls have to work, and Hans has to stay home and take care of the critters. Today, my daughter Tessa had to work, but she left her dog Melissa here at the beach. Melissa was wonderful company. She encouraged me to go on a couple of short beach walks, but other than that, she curled up on the recliner and napped while I typed.
I apologized to Melissa for not being better company.
“That’s okay,” she said. “People are boring most of the time. I’m used to it.”
When Tessa got home from work, Melissa got all excited and whined and twirled and circled around Tessa’s legs. After Melissa ate her evening kibble and had another beach walk with Tessa, she came back inside and sat in the recliner. Somehow, I’d expected that she would be more animated and engaged for the rest of the evening once Tessa got here. “Is Tessa boring too?” I asked.
“Yes, she is. But I love being bored with Tessa. That’s way better than being bored with you or anyone else.”
Alrighty, then, Melissa. I’m glad to know where I stand.