Turn Around, Mum!
Whenever mum spends too much time in front of the glowy box that she says she’s “working” on, I sit behind her. Like this. I’ll start out being patient, looking around and seeing what else interesting is happening in the apartment at the moment. Hoping she’ll turn around and notice me. And if she doesn’t within what I’d consider to be a reasonable amount of time… then it’s time to either bark at her or, if I’ve moved, grab her hands or knock something over. Both great human attention getting techniques.
But when it goes just right, when she turns around at just the right moment, THIS is the face she gets. Then all “work” stops and the butt scratching can commence.
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