I think it is rude to compare the merits of one person to another. Particularly if you are standing in front of them.
I am standing here, or rather I am wrenching at Lynettea’s lead trying to get her inside, while she is talking to a man who was jogging past the gate until he saw us.
The man stares at me and says he remembers Diamond, when he lived near here many years ago. He tells Lynettea that his son, who was then a little boy and is now at University, still remembers Diamond. Apparently they were friends. They both stare at me while I wrench the lead again.
Lynettea says that Diamond passed away at 16 and she now has me and I am not as friendly.
I wrench at the lead and she says, ‘Sit, Sasha,’ as if I was a dog. Reluctantly I sit.
They don’t think I am as good as Diamond.
I think that it is very rude to talk about me like that. As soon as I can, I take Lynettea inside.
She needs a lot more training.
