Grandma was going through some photos and started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked. Her giggles awakened me from a dream about chasing gophers.
“I’m becoming aware of how my perspective has changed since you entered my life,” she answered.
“Perspective?”
“Perspective. How a person views things. Come take a look…”
She lifted me to her lap so I could see the laptop screen.
“This is when we were at the lake cabin…”
“Yeah! I wanted that squirrel so bad! He knew I was watching but couldn’t get outside to catch him!” I squealed.
“And this is when we lived in town…”
“I didn’t miss a thing!” I congratulated myself.
“Remember when we stopped to watch the swans?”
“They were beautiful!”
Grandma asked, “Do you see a pattern here?”
“I’m a GREAT WATCHDOG!”
“Besides that…”
I yawned.
“What I’m saying is,” and she started laughing again, “My world view is framed by two yellow pointed ears.”
That sounded like a good thing, so I jumped down from her lap and returned to bed.
“Mr. Petey Podengo…how you have changed my life!” she said under her breath as my eyes blinked shut. She was smiling.
