Yesterday, Mandy and I went into my shed to play our flute duets as per our usual Saturday afternoon routine.
And Pepper came too, which is part of her routine as well. She doesn’t seem to mind the noise (we tell ourselves that it is “beautiful” music) and usually settles after a chewy treat, going to sleep.
Today, Pepper said she had eaten her treat and now what?
How can I resist that little face, always trying to catch my eye in between making a pot of tea and grinding to a halt (sadly a frequent occurrence) after I get stuck.
But I could see the Other Half was around too (aka Monster).
And, as the weather was perfect (really no one should be indoors), I let Pepper go outside, even though she has form for leaving to go and play with the neighbours.
I decided to trust her and I explained this to her, hoping she was listening and had maybe grown up a little since her last excursion.
And Monster was around to supervise too.
I explained this to him as well, hoping someone was listening to me.
Yes, please. Listening ears on.
As the afternoon wore on, and the music continued in varying degrees of accuracy (I can’t help but remember Eric Morecombe’s famous phrase – “all the right notes but not necessarily in the right order”), Pepper stayed around finding different spots to sit in.
She likes to watch the world go around, but the urge to join in is sometimes more powerful. Luckily today was not that day so maybe she did listen. I remain ever the optimist.
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