…hearing the most pitiable dog whining off and on all hours of the day.
I was in Dad's back yard the first time I heard the howlish whine and I stood still to listen because I thought it was a person in horrible pain. Except that the sound continued so then I decided it was some poor dog who's owner left it out in the yard while they went about their day.
Everyday I would hear this sad howlish whine.
This morning the whining began again while I was pouring myself a cup of coffee.
"Do you hear that?" I asked my husband.
He goes over to open kitchen window to get a better listen.
"That's the dog I've been telling you about," I say.
"I don't think it's a dog," he says.
"it sounds like a power tool," he sits down at the table again.
We're both listening.
"Maybe an orbital sander?" he asks himself.
I'm still listening when I dip my donut stick in my orange juice.
My husband starts laughing and I see what I've done.
I pull the donut out of the orange juice and take a bite.
"Did you do that on purpose?" He's still laughing.
I finish chewing and swallow.
No," I tell him. "I'm pretty sure that was my ADD at work, because I was paying attention to the whining thinking how sorry I've been feeling about a damn power tool."
Now I was laughing as I did dunk the donut into my coffee.
"It didn't taste orangey at all. It didn't even soak through like my coffee."
I take another bite from the coffee soaked end.
"That's much better," I say.