The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

We live in a cul-de-sac, and when we moved here it was a busy day if more than three cars went up and down the “main” road.  Time passed, new subdivisions appeared  around us, and the road is much busier.

Sandy always has to WAIT before we cross the street, whether there is traffic or not.  But these days she sometimes has to WAIT while two or three cars perform a Canadian interpretation of a Rolling St. Louis Stop.

Just lately, if we WAIT for more than a minute, Sandy will WAIT without complaining, but when I say, “Let’s go!” she’ll decide it’s time to sniff the ground, or pee on a carefully selected patch of grass, or venture backwards or sideways into a flowerbed.  Anything but cross the street.

It reminds me of a batter asking for time out because the pitcher took a long time to get ready.

I’m pretty sure we’re going back to SIT instead of WAIT for awhile.