So, last night I told you the story of the smoke alarm that Dad set off with his less than perfect culinary skills. Before I go on, I must say the chicken turned out pretty good – despite the smoke. This is not to excuse his failure to keep the alarm from going off or that I would entrust him to be our full time chef, but I guess when it comes down to it we do like the fact he saves a morsel from his meal (every meal) for Zoe and I to share. So despite his failure as a full time scribe, he has his positive attributes – which is important to keep in mind during this season of self-evaluation (aka we LOVE him).
Anyhow, the point of this blog is about what effect smoke alarms, compound miter saws, and so many other things, have on each of us depending on the circumstance in which they are presented to us. For instance, Sammy hated the sound of the smoke alarm. He trembled, cowarded, and sought out the comforting embrace of our mother every time they went off. He would literally run to her side, lean on her, and tremble while she consoled him. There may even be a previous post from Montana about his reactions to the alarm. SO, he hated the alarm – pretty understandable for a creature with such acute hearing as he (and the rest of the canines in our pack) had. However, where it becomes interesting to me, the behavioral observationalist I am (something I learned from Mom), is that he connected the sound of the saw with the smoke alarm, and thus, every time Dad fired up the electric wood divider, Sammy ran to his mother’s side and quivered.
Where this becomes particularly interesting is how Zoe responds to the same instrument of arbor torture. See, when the saw gets activated nowadays:
- The smoke alarm doesn’t go off…usually,
- No wood is harmed during his efforts,
- He is cutting cheese filled bones for us to get at the centers which our tongues weren’t able to reach when they were full size.
In short, Zoe loves the saw noise as it means more treats! Sammy hated the saw as it meant the smoke alarm would blare. Fascinating how the same thing could have totally different reactions from two of my siblings!
Of course, I handled both situations with the same calm, analytical, and scientific calm that you would expect from me.
The Tempest
I apologize if Montana or I have previously used this clip, but The Scribe used it as a template for his career… and used it as a quote in his thesis 🙂