I’ve been thinking about some of the quirkiness that goes on around here related to specific sounds.
There’s a lot. An awful lot.
I’m hoping we’re not the only one with these noise-induced quirks…
Of course, there’s the sound of the UPS truck rumbling down the street. As soon as we hear that, John and I both cringe: Here comes the barking frenzy!
There’s the slight jingling sound that happens when I take a leash off the rack, and all three come a’running to see who gets to go where. And the rustle of any plastic packaging (obviously it should be treats for them). I think those are fairly normal dog sounds.
But there are some odd ones, too.
For example, if you want to eat a hard-boiled egg in this house, you have to be crazy sneaky. As soon as you tap the edge of the egg to start peeling it, Lucas and Newt will come running from wherever they are, even from a deep sleep, to beg for a bite. Newt goes so far as to jump up and try to swat it out of your hand.
Also, when I’m doing laundry, my pattern is to take the clothes out of the dryer, dump them on the bed, then move the clothes from the washer into the dryer. Totally normal, right? But as soon–literally within five seconds–of me opening the washer to start moving the clothes, the sound of that triggers Cooper’s Cuddle Reflex. As soon as I’m back in my room to fold the clothes, he’s sound asleep in the fresh, warm pile of clean clothes. Every. Single. Time.
Then there’s the ice cube maker on our fridge. Anyone who presses that lever better be prepared–Emmett and Cooper want their ice! Anytime someone gets ice, those two dash over to collect a treat. So then, if it’s a guest, we have to say, “Can you please give them one?” or else they’ll follow him or her around relentlessly for as long as the glass is clinking!
A few others: Our oven drawer makes a sound when we open it that sends them into a frenzy–no clue on that one–and any can opening anywhere immediately makes them think it’s time to eat. When I slide in my keyboard tray, they all pop up (“she’s done!”) and run to my desk to see what their next activity is, and when the alarm goes off on my phone at 9:30, Emmett starts drooling for his spoonful of peanut butter (with pill jammed in).
So many things are routinized by sound around here!
How about at your house?