Some weeks ago, Mr. Entitlement (my daughter’s dog Gates) rambled in the tall grass at the end of his runner.
You never know what lies in the tall grass, so it’s just not a good idea to go there. (That’s what “they,” whoever they are, mean when “they” say “Don’t go there.”) Nonetheless, the most laid back dog I have ever known went to places he shouldn’t go. The wife, having just arrived home, noticed an altercation in progress, investigated the matter and hastily informed me that something had bitten the dog. Thursday, September 11, 2014
She was probably just old school, but I still wonder why an early elementary school teacher would single out a child for public embarrassment.
Maybe it was her way of getting daydreaming little Robby motivated. Maybe she was just frustrated she couldn’t motivate the rambunctious blonde haired little boy. It could have just been a cumulative moment when something just snapped. Who knows? All I know is that some 43 years after the fact I still remember being called out in front of all my classmates for leaning my cheek over the post of a chair and slipping off in daydream land. Thursday, August 21, 2014