Tuesday, September 22, 2009
And for those of you not fluent in brief-speak, TMI stands for "Too Much Information".
But how can one avoid it sometimes?
Case in point are the two dogs up there. One is Shamrock, my daughter's dog, one is Ansa, my dog. They have both enthusiastically greeted the stranger-dog you see in the water who is fetching floating sticks like a maniac and depositing them at my daughter's and granddaughter's feet to be thrown again.
Just prior to this picture being taken they had looked at each other in disbelief at the behaviour of stranger-dog and walked off together. With dignity.
Boy, do they look alike, eh? Everyone who sees them together is enchanted with them.
"Siblings?" they ask, certain of the reply.
"Oh, mother and daughter then?"
"No, not related at all."
"Oh, come on now, they have to be!" (getting a little irritated at our stubborness).
"Well, they're about 5 years apart in age and were born 3,000km apart in different provinces and only see each other once or twice a year."
"Oh, well then." (sounding a little huffy, eying the dogs with suspicion now).
It gets a little weird. I think here's where a white lie would serve us all well.
"Sisters", we should say, "Same litter!".
TMI can be so exhausting. Not to mention defensive.