For weeks I’ve been…

…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.

"No?"

"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.