Some mornings when I let George out, he decides I’m not worth listening to. As in, he pretends not to hear when I call him back to the house. Lucky for me, there’s a word in my vocabulary that’s much stronger than “come.”

That word is “snack.”

And this is the stinker Georges-Pierre sitting at attention, waiting for his snack.I could turn this blog post into a meandering exploration of our selective hearing — but I won’t. I’ll let you think about it instead. What do you choose to not see/hear/pay attention to in your own life? And what finally makes you sit up and take notice?

We’re all selective hearers sometimes. We’ve all got a little Georges-Pierre in us.

~ Laura