My dog knows.

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? 


About dyskinesia

Woman, mother, human being, grammarian. I have Attention Deficit Disorder. My child has Asperger syndrome. Philosophy, laughter, therapy, living. Life after divorce.
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