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When Bubba, the world’s most immobile Pekinese ever, decides to not hear me, she does it with a look that the parent of any teenager going through the sullen phase will instantly recognize. I call her and call her and call her. She is not ten feet away and staring directly at me. But she is staring at me with a look that says, “I’m not only too dumb to ever understand what the word ‘come” means, but even if I wasn’t, I’m too stubborn to ‘come’ anyway.” She can sit there staring at me for ten minutes with that look, never blinking, never showing by even a twitch that she hears a word coming out of my mouth. Eventually, I cross the ten feet of space separating us and pick her up and bring her to wherever it was I wanted her to go.
As Charlie Sheen would say, ‘Winning!”