I got home from work Wednesday evening, knowing
my dog would be delighted to see me. She had been cooped up in her kennel all day. I had left the radio on for her, for company.
When I walked in the door, I was greeted with a piteous round of howly singing from my Husky girl. She doesn’t usually do that in greeting, even when I’ve been gone all day, so I wondered for a brief moment what was wrong.
Then I realized — I had left the radio turned to NPR, and Jinxsie had spent the last however-many hours listening to the Republican National Convention. No wonder the poor baby was howling!