It’s 9:30 am and I’m standing at the breakfast table. I have already been here for more than half an hour, though I have certainly not been standing still all that time. Someone had already had their breakfast before me, but they hadn’t cleared the table yet, so I started doing that. It’s a long process when you literally can’t see the wood for the trees, and it’s incredibly tiring.
I look at the table and I see that there’s a lot still there. When I look again I have the impression that it’s maybe not that much, but it’s so confused I can’t say that with any certainty. I’m aware of my head shaking left and right, always a sign that I am visually struggling. I lift up my tray to clean it, but I don’t notice the milk carton sitting on it. Fortunately, the cap is screwed on tightly, or I would have had to clean it up.
Frantic dog!
Suddenly I feel something at my leg. It’s the nose of an excited dog. He pushes me with his nose again and again. “All right Nino, leave me alone, I’m busy,” I say. I try to push him away, but he’s not having any of that. He wants to say something, that much is clear, but I have no idea what it could be. I really don’t have time to work it out now, and Nino’s frantic activity makes things even more difficult. But the more I push him away, the more stubborn he gets. And then – suddenly – I understand.
I give in. I leave the table to its own devices, and together we go to my chair. Ten minutes later we’re still there: Nino with his head on my lap and I with my arm around him.
I still haven’t had my breakfast, but I feel so much better.
I really should listen more to my dog .
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