Intermediate Dog School involves hiding behind trees in the park …
It is rare for my wife and I to do a midweek dog walk together, but on this particular afternoon I find myself at a loose end, and volunteer to come along.
Joint walks require a bit of negotiation: my wife expects a minimum level of conversation, which is not a normal feature of my weekday afternoon. To solve this, we take turns delivering monologues of complaint – my wife going first. Because I’m a good listener, I can’t help but notice that a lot of my wife’s complaints are about me. Finally, she exhausts herself.
“Anyway,” she says, “thank you for listening to my podcast. Now it’s time for your podcast.”
“Thanks, and welcome,” I say. “I have been having problems with my email.”
