As I sit at the computer, I am being watched. My every movement is tracked. The watcher is waiting for any indication that I will propel myself from the chair and go farther than the kitchen for another cup of coffee. I act as if I am unaware that someone needs something from me. I act as if I have all the time in the world to do nothing.
She is near the breaking point, poor Mutton-head. She moans every time I rise from the chair, ever hopeful that the next leap up will be the leap out of the house. [Any Quantum Leap fans out there catch that reference?]
But I am a tease. I enjoy making a sudden movement just to get a rise out of her. Poor maligned creature. If I can do this to a defenseless dog, imagine what I put my children through.