A conversation with my mother
Jun. 19th, 2006 08:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jwghOne of my mother's two dogs, a Doberman named Zeeman, died a couple of weeks ago, which I only learned of on Saturday. Yesterday she was telling me a little bit more about it and we had the following conversation:
Mom: "But I have to say, Zeeman is the reason that I'm not afraid of dogs any more."
Me: "Mmm-hmm."
Mom: "And you too! I mean, not to say that we aren't still afraid of dogs ..."
Me: "Right, but other than that."
Mom: "Right."
(When I was a kid, me and my mom were walking down the main street in my home town and a dog came out and bit her on the leg, and we've both been afraid of strange dogs since then. After that we continued to a friend's house, where we called my dad to come get us and ate cherries.)
Mom: "But I have to say, Zeeman is the reason that I'm not afraid of dogs any more."
Me: "Mmm-hmm."
Mom: "And you too! I mean, not to say that we aren't still afraid of dogs ..."
Me: "Right, but other than that."
Mom: "Right."
(When I was a kid, me and my mom were walking down the main street in my home town and a dog came out and bit her on the leg, and we've both been afraid of strange dogs since then. After that we continued to a friend's house, where we called my dad to come get us and ate cherries.)
