I don’t know what Missy dog is thinking.
I know that I assume this pose or one like it from time to time. Staring. Off into the distance. My mind locked in deep thought.
Sometimes Eloise will glance over and ask, “Where did you go?”
Not that it’s a bad thing. Sometimes, when our brain is processing what we’ve experienced or what we’re facing, everything else slows to a stop. While it appears that we’re looking off into the distance, in fact we’re looking deeply inside, often visualizing as a way of processing.
Since I was out in the yard with the camera, I’m suspicious that Missy was visualizing a house without devices, without iPhones and iPads and laptops that make weird sounds and distract me from paying full attention to her. Devices that she is, in fact, afraid of.
Of course, she doesn’t know that such a time existed. And that it wasn’t very long ago. And that there was no way to write a blog post like this with a digital photo. Or post it to Facebook and Twitter. I’m about to assume the Missy dog pose just thinking about how much things have changed…