It’s Not A Question — It’s A Command
We’re going for a walk
“Sorry, Caped Crusader, I have to go into town.” And I find myself doing that thing of explaining the trip, promising we’ll go for a walk later.
I once saw a psychologist on a Problem Pets programme, berating people for reasoning with their dogs. I knew at the time I was a lost cause. I’ve caught myself reasoning with the car.