OCD

Angel is mad at me. Why, you might ask? Because I turned off the ceiling fan in the den. I did it while she was in the backyard, enjoying the beautiful Fall weather, and the moment she came inside, she knew something was different. She looked up at the fan, staring intently for several minutes, never blinking, almost willing it to start moving. But when it didn’t, she gave it the stink eye, and then she turned her disgust on me. And every single time she’d come inside, she’d do the same thing. She’d check to see if the fan had come to its senses, then she’d give it the stink eye for its betrayal. I’m not sure if she knew I was the one that had caused this chaotic disruption to her life, or if she simply included me because I was in the room. But either way, the fan and I were on her poop list until Troy came home and switched it back on. After that, she was perfectly fine again.