Molly comes out to bark at us every day as we walk by her house. She roars off the porch with the determination of a much younger very much fiercer guard dog running along her fence line beside us as we meander down the hill.
I noticed lately that her bark is much quieter than it used to be; almost like the whispery voice of an old lady that we need to lean in close to in order to hear what she’s talking about. And while Molly starts out with a big bark when she sees us, she only barks a few times quietly in conversation with us as we walk by. It’s like she’s saving what she has to say; she only has so many barks to give so she makes them count. At least that’s my theory with Molly’s barks.
A little over a week ago it was my birthday. I am between the age of “yay!!! it’s my birthday and I want everyone to know it” and the age where the server in a restaurant brought me a senior menu and explained in a loud voice (although she didn’t know of my deafness) that it was senior day and so forth……. BTW I ordered a steak from the regular menu. Continue reading