Hi, humans! I’ve grown up so much since I wrote to you last time, and am officially a therapy dog. I love my clients and get excited when they come in to see me. I know lots about trauma and LOVE to help. Helping is my favorite thing! Mom asked me to share something kind of […]
Recently, a client wanted to know why we always have on “this kind of music” in the lobby. I cried a little inside explaining it’s all music from the 80’s.
When a client doesn’t know that the new O.J. Simpson made for TV movie is a true story because she was still crawling around in her Pack ‘n Play when the events actually happened, I have to blink hard to ward off the looming existential crisis.
When she tells me the new gray streaks in my hair are really bold and trendy, I don’t bother to explain that I’m neither, but am simply tired of chasing down those pesky root. I’ll let her call it bold.
This is the time of year when the beautiful family photos are on display. They show up in mailboxes, on refrigerators, framed in metal and wood, and you can scroll through the Rolodex of family perfection on Facebook any time, day or night.
Smiling, domestic, loveliness sitting on the lawn. Gorgeous families with obedient 2.5 and a shiny white picket. Sometimes there are parents stealing a kiss, or children embracing. Often times you’ll find a splendid I’ve-never-pooped-in-the-house prize-winning canine in the photo. Have you ever noticed nobody puts his or her cat or gerbal in a photo?
Anyway…the other photo option is the aren’t-we-silly photo. It’s the duck face, big eyed, dramatized, on purpose, goofy photo. This is the “act like you’re fun and like each other, but go all the way to stupid” picture.