Ever been around someone who just seems to ooze sympathy? Some of us are wired to know how others feel. There are those of us who have compassion by the bucketload, who are so keyed-in to the feelings of others that we actually feel what the other person is feeling. Often this gifting is displayed vocally–you know, it’s that soft, high-pitched “mmmm” when they hear a tale of hurt. I’ve got several of those people in my life, and they’re mostly women. When they are in the same room, listening to the same story, the sound can be a little, well, laughable.
Person A: Yesterday was really tough. I got some bad news from my parents, my washer broke, I ran out of gas, and my dog chewed my couch.
Group of Sympathizers, in unison: mmmmmm
Well, maybe it’s funnier in my head. Oh well, not everything translates from life to blog.
I write all this to get to my point: We appear to have a sympathetic dog. She doesn’t give flowers or sympathy cards, or even the “mmmmm.” She pees. Yep, wherever she is, she’ll just lay down and let it flow. I’m not sure how it all works out. Honestly, how that dog knows when someone around her has to pee is beyond me. Our friend Amie was here today, and she diagnosed Paisley as a sympathetic pe-er. And since Amie used to work for a vet, I guess she knows what she’s talking about. If things continue as they are, I may have to resort to drastic measures…
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