Talking to Hillary tonight and she said something about Jokkmokk, so I knew she'd read my earlier post today. Then she said something about how all I was writing about lately was Clara and I said, I thought you read today's post. Didn't you like the thing about Belly's collar? That has nothing to do with Clara.
H: I didn't like that part. You sounded like a snob.
Me, flabbergasted: A snob
H: I felt bad for the dog, that you were calling him the ugliest dog in the world and you didn't want Belly to be anything like him.
Me: Do you want your dogs to be like the ugliest dog in the world?
I gotta tell you, people, this really did have me flabbergasted because Hillary does not participate
in conversations about dogs, let alone dog collars
. So we talked about other things during the phone call but I kept coming back to this idea that she now thinks I'm a snob.
H: It's like you think you're better than other people.
Me: No, I think my dog is better than the ugliest dog in the world. She's the precious booda bugger.
Off on other topics for a few minutes...
I bring it up one more time and FINALLY, we get to the real issue (I should really be a psychologist):
H: All of a sudden I felt like the ugliest dog in the world.
Me, howling: So, it's not about the dog at all.
H: Just you be quiet.