It’s a sad and sorry truth that my dog knows that I have ADD.
Not because those years of woof—>English lessons paid off, mind you. No, every time I get into the shower, the dog slumps down into a completely depressed pile of fur and watches the door like a hawk. Why? Because she knows that when I get into the shower, the odds are 90% that I’m leaving as soon as I get out and leaving her here by herself.
Procrastination. If my dog can tell, I guess I really wasn’t fooling my teachers in high school, huh?